eyes

i remember a boy, a beautiful thing, he had everything going for him, but no matter how happy or joyful he seemed, there was something, i know because in his eyes it gleamed, so i asked this boy "what's hidden in your sighs?" and he simply replied "my plain brown eyes."

this made me laugh, but it cause me to think, this is why is happiness tends to sink? but it is not true can he not see, his eyes are beautiful, this cannot be.

so i spoke to this boy, with the chocolate brown eyes and i told him a tale, for i do not tell lies "my beautiful dear friend, i adore your eyes.

for blue eyes aren't stunning, nor glorious or unique. in fact i wish i had your eyes, so unharmful they seem."

this is an ode to the boy with the brown eyes. this is an ode to the boy who wishes for change. this is an ode to the boy for whom i wish to stay the same.