You stared at me with orbs of rust
They questioned my green ones in everyway
They told me stories of your past
Promises that no one kept
Eyes are the windows of the soul or so they say
How can eyes like yours be such an open book and a mystery all at once?
Was what I should have said
Alas I found myself lost in an endless pool of mud
My eyes were there to stay
You held me with your own Cobra like gaze
A bird of prey I was frozen
Why was it that after you smiled you blinked and turned away?
Author notes
Prompt: brown eyes
A contest entry
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Comments
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another great poem by another great poet, keep up the good work
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Thanks. You keep your work up and great as well.
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