My Eyes, My Eyes

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Brown, round, full of love and happiness

My eyes, my eyes

They see so differently

From you, from he, from she

No one, no, no one can see

What I see

 

They are not green like the leaves on a tree

They are not blue like the spacious sea

They are brown like poop

But so special, so special my eyes must be because

No one, no, no one can see

What I see

 

My eyes are not brown like poop, to me

They are brown like beautiful mahogany

Brown like a warm cup of coco

Brown like sweet yummy chocolate

So brown they are almost black

Though they are poop eyes to society

No one, no, no one can still see

What I see

 

Flawless is what they are to me

So perfectly brown and round

With spects of gold like a

Burning fire in the cold

If you look closely

Then maybe, just maybe you'll be able to see

What no one, no, no one can see

But me

 

 

 

 

 

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