Your dark eyes are a source of light for me.
Cliche as fuck, I know.
But that's when I love them the best.
All shrouded in dark eyeshadow
and midnight mascara
and black eyeliner.
I used to think I loved them the most natural,
because that's the state I see them the least.
And you in your natural state
your hair all a mess
and all your flaws out in the open
is perfection
in all facets of the definition.
But when they're that dark, "fuck me" shade
that look me up in down in the way
a predator would peruse its prey
before the attack
I shiver.
Those amber feline eyes that
make me
wanna
make you
purr.
When your eyes are dark
and you do that little thing
that makes me blush,
like when you bite your lower lip
and lick it afterwards
with your mind trailing off in thought
and a faraway look on your face;
I have to tear my eyes away.
Those dark eyes filled with a lioness' sense of pride
that matches your cocky smile.
You know you look good.
Attracted to you in the most intense way
Flaws and all
In fact it’s what initiated the fall
The subtle pull you have on my arm
You don’t notice it too.
You wait for me to get upset at you
How could I though? You’re so beautiful.
Such a breath of fresh air from what I’m used to
See I was looking for perfection for so long,
I forgot what it looked like.
I stopped trying who I would try
And I forgot you and those dark eyes
Darkness that represents brightness to me.
Sweet irony.
Even though, you’re much more than what you think to me,
I just want you to be you, flaws and all, that’s all I need.
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