It's something about your eyes.
Brown - the color of coffee beans.
And they produce the same effect:
They're awakening.
But they're cloudy - I can't explain why
Something in them is lost
Is it you? Or something you don't want found?
Maybe that's why you wear contacts,
not to change your eyes from brown to green,
but because they're the best for concealing
And maybe you wear glasses
So I'm forced to see myself looking at you
You must notice me staring
Searching
Seeking
Wishing
To get a peek in
Won't you share it with me?
You can trust me, you know
I don't know what you're afraid of,
but I'm not like those before
And you've heard that before,
And I should leave you alone,
but your eyes tell me stay -
Those brown irises say, "Wait."
So I don't move
I take in all of you
And I'm always led right back to
Your lovely brown eyes
You don't have to hide from me
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