LightIsTheMuse

The weather is having a cold - A severe flu; It blows its nose Onto the tissue Of a white sky, Dispersing snowflakes everywhere. It coughs in spouts of swirling wind And leaves a dizzying flurry as it goes. Tall trees stand nakedly poised As they’re showered in icy spouts. Everything is cancelled and closed, This wintry moving imagery captivates, It offers an entrancing pause. Clouds of smoky-white powder Fall onto silent streets – Gentle at first, then deliberate - A winterscape of silent, monochromatic dreams.

Because I'm sick of people saying there aren't any. Your brown eyes are like the deep intoxication of campaign wine, bubbling with hazing richness and expensive taste. Your brown eyes are like the color of mahogany wood- comforting and home-steady toughness that lets me know you will be the beams of supporting me. Your eyes remind me of Dove chocolate, smooth, creamy, delectable, and melting. The color of brown eyes remind me of mountain terrain and nature, something subtle, but beautiful in every form and season. Brown eyes make me think of Devil's cake, taunting and tempting, curtained by black lashes, the symbol of rich seduction. Wh

Once upon a time I dressed to get noticed, till one day I realized that all you noticed was my dress.