“Can I indulge myself in your heartbreaking eyes? In your childlike eyes, brown like September’s fall. I fall for you and the forgiveness in your eyes. Gosh, I can build an empire with the love I have for you. But I spend all of my riches on you and your eyes. Bambi eyes. The way you look at me like the world is ending. Like I have ended it for you. Love spills out of your eyes, and I curl my hands to catch every drop of it. I am corrupt by your love, by the way make me go for you. I am hungry for your eyes, when I upset you, they turn bronze and they take revenge on my soul. When your eyes are not on my body, I am not a woman. Your brown eyes maintain my colourful eyes moral. And I am so thankfully in love with that.”
— Your Brown Eyes by Royla Asghar





















