Eyes That Shine A Hue of Honey
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Eyes That Shine A Hue of Honey
Eyes are the window of your soul.
So elusive yet so honest.
Carrying with them every step
A Memory Box
of jagged lies and warm nights.
Of Beautiful horrors and sad cries.
But they are my eyes.
Not yours or hers or theirs.
Mine.
But when he looked at me with sweet tender eyes
I couldn't help but cry.
"Sad Eyes" he mumbled.
"Strong Eyes" I howled.
They carry with them a hue of honey and gold.
A fruitless fortune.
The ability to see all that surrounds me.
Your eyes carry the beauty of your heart and
the sweetness of your laugh just as mine do.
That my love is what makes you.
You.
No Color.
Nor Name.
Nor Face.
- Vinh Anh.
About the Creator
Emi
I love to paint with I's and Os
Let's Don't Do This
"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Fiction
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