Behind my pretty brown eyes there are tears that can fill an ocean. Behind that smile is the courage hiding the pain. When I close my pretty brown eyes I see a happier me. No failure. No hurt. Just everything that makes me happy. Too long I’ve spent time pleasing people. Not myself. So my pretty brown eyes well. Well with those tears. I close my eyes and wash my soul with the rivers of my pretty brown eyes. Was myself clean of the anguish and torment I put on myself. I have to quit breaking my heart.
Do you ever want to kiss someone, hold someone, play with their hair, get lost in their eyes, smell their perfume/cologne, cuddle with them, talk about anything and everything… But you can’t. And it kills you inside.