Brown Eyes

They say,I think there is something wrong with me.
Because I don’t have blue eyes.
An eye color so beautiful you fantasize.

If I had blue eyes,I would walk the runway.
My eyes will look divine.
But after a while,I realised.

That brown eyes are also fine.
They resemble dirt,the core of creation.
Plants,animals and all on that station.

The food that grows from brown specks.
And the nutrition we get when we eat it.
Depends on what you like.

Vegetables,fruits.
Day or night.
Brown eyes can be beautiful too.

Hey,brown eyed boy.
Can you help me realize the truth?
That brown eyes are pretty too?

Won’t you play on your guitar?
Show me the truth,get very far?
Brown eyes like chocolate.

A flavour irresistable and sweet.
Blue eyes are pretty too.
Like the skies,blue and so neat.

With clouds,and the brown ground underneath.
From which grows flowers,trees and grass.
Make sure you don’t trespass.

The beauty brown eye color has.
Doesn’t depend on your weight or mass.
Some have small eyes.

Others have round ones.
We are all unique.
But brown eyes are pretty too,they are not bleak.

All eye colors are unique.
I will wait for the brown eyed boy to speak.
Tell me,is my writing or personality bleak?

If only brown eyes could speak.
Tears slowly begin to leak.
For I don’t have blue eyes.

Brown eyed boy took my hands.
We danced and I gave brown eyes a chance.
And I steal a glance into his eyes.

Have we been living among lies?
Has anyone heard my cries?
When I slept in lonely nights.

Waiting for eyes to connect.
For I have slept better beside the brown eyed boy.
Because he did not treat me like a toy.

Soon,I gave a chance to the brown eyed boy.