you can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel


Brown

That's the only color I used to see when I looked at you
Brown hair. Brown eyes. Tan skin.
It's what makes you beautiful to me.
In your hair I've noticed there's some blonde.
It's short, but soft; and when you run your hands
through it and say it's too long
I want to say, No, it's not.
But we're not like that yet.

And in your eyes, I see flecks of gold and green.
I notice that whenever you look at me,
because somehow, there's glue in your stare
that holds my eyes to your face.
And I wonder how come I never saw them before.

But your tan skin is still the same.
It's warm like earth.
It's soft like grass.
And touching it is like a thunderstorm:
satisfying my thirst, electrifying my touch,
even if when we touch it's only for a flash.


A/N:

This is for you.

Love,

Abby