To the boy with the beautiful brown eyes:
I remember when you said you hated your eyes because they're brown,
You never saw them from my eyes,
You never saw how they formed beautiful specks of gold when the sun would shine on them,

I used to be able to look at your eyes and know everything was going to be just fine,
Now I'm walking a very fine line,
I want to find closure in what happened,
But I know that will never happen,
Now I need to appear strong,

I never thought the last time I would see your beautiful eyes would be with tears in mine,
And by surprise,
You walking away just fine,

Oh, how I miss those beautiful brown eyes.