His eye’s aren’t blue like the ocean, they dont clash with mine like the waves. His eyes arent the color of grass, or blue skies that remind you of summer days. His eyes arent as green as an emerald, or blue as a Jewel. His eyes aren’t so bright as a color can be described in one word. No, His eyes are brown and it may not stand out much, thats what you may think. His eyes arent the color of almonds, but the color of bittersweet chocolate on rainy days. His eyes are the color of tree bark that is vibrant in the sun. The color of wet sand that fumbles on your skin. His eyes are the color of autumn when the leaves are about to crunch under your foot. The color of happiness isnt yellow, pink, or red, but the color of his eyes that I tend to come back to.
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