Through my Eyes

It isn't about the color.
It isn't about what makes them pop.
It's about the way they tell a story, whether it be wide eyes for shock
or tears for sadness.
Through my eyes, you can see everything.
See how I much I love the color
even if it is an ugly brown.
See the hardships I overcame,
see the weaknesses I conqured.
The way my mouth moves,
the way I fiddle my fingers..
Neither of those things can tell you anything about me.
But my chocolate brown eyes can
tell you when I talk about something I love.
They say to wear your heart on your sleeve,
I decide to express my heart through my eyes. 

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