Love is blind Because you will never see what meets the eye Or what’s in their mind
You will never know how they truly feel Unless they open the folds of their heart open to you for display Even then, do you know who they are? Is it too late to breakaway?
Maybe now you realized That those cute eyes can’t do much Even when you learn to love them, you can’t be magnetized When they look at you can you feel their touch?
you shouldn’t have given a blind eye Maybe you wouldn’t be with someone who was just a pretty face, and a “good time” Right now you could have someone teach you the true value of time But you kept telling yourself that love is blind
I don’t want to fall in love anymore, I feel like I’m constantly repeating myself; telling people my favourite songs, showing them my favourite movies and TV shows, my favourite colour, places I like to visit, just everything. And I’m tired of repeating myself, I don’t have the energy anymore. I want someone who already knows that a particular song is my favourite because it makes me cry happy tears, I want someone who knows that this movie is my favourite, because one of my earliest memories was watching it as a kid, when we were still a family. I don’t want to give people parts of me only for them to become a stranger again, It’s not fair. I’m tired
i used to think brown was an ugly colour. i often associated it with things like mud and rotting wood. in the end, i declared that brown was my least favourite colour.
but then i met you, the boy with brown eyes, and when i looked into them, brown was no longer ugly. i began to associate it with beautiful things like cups of coffee, sweet chocolate, and forests. i saw my life in shades of brown with you.
so what i’m trying to say is, your eyes are beautiful and brown is now one of my favourite colours.