browneyes.

brown and green have always been a perfect match.

like two birds
on their very first flight,
bouncing off one another in their first day of being
free, free, free.

palm trees showered in glitter,
brown and green.
a winter wonderland in mid-july,
you and i.

midwest skies traced by city lights,
perfectly
free, free, free.

coming home to brown eyes
is the only way to ever
come home.