Today I avoided them like a plague, But they looked for me like its just fate. Your eyes. I wandered them everywhere else, Even let them see what you see. My eyes. Even if days go by, months go by, or years go by, Without me seeing your eyes like mine were used to~ I'd still remember the kind of brown that God used to paint them. I'd still remember their spark that in my heart caused mayhem. I'd still remember their softness when they'd find me, my favourite. If, I'd be granted enough powers I'd make them my emblem... Your b.r.o.w.n eyes. They changed my life. Your b.r.o.w.n skin. Marks my only grave sin. Your b.l.a.c.k silk shirt. Runs my throat dry with thirst. Your b.l.a.c.k hair. What do I even say?