Brown Eyes

October 19, 2017

I go to places.

Places that aren't necessarily found on earth.

It's a beautiful land with ladybugs the size of melons.

I've always loved ladybugs.

The sun is constantly frozen as twilight and we will sit and watch the sunset for hours.

We sing and dance to the tune of our own laughter.

And everything is perfect.

Everything is beautiful.

But then my vision of our paradise is clouded,

Blurred with my unshed tears.

For the only way to this paradise is through your little brown eyes,

And you don't look at me anymore.






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