My eyes are the color of
hay left out in the sun
too long
on a summer night
when the rain came down
and dried out on the same day
with dust fallen on it
and left out
the color faded
and the glossy shimmer lost
the color faded too
and dulled
no longer pleasant and happy
the golden yellow
so bright and joyful
is now a dusted
old color
or a piece of a
rusted gold coin
but your eyes are joyful
and playful
they dance around
and spring to life
your eyes are ice
the white, blue
glow glistening and
shinning though
the ice sharp and
crisp untouchable
not a cruel ice
not intimidating but
welcoming
my hair
the mass of untamable
curls
the vines that spread out
twist and bend
and grow and take over
the vines that don't care were they go as long as they are
everywhere
soft and bridal at the same time
the thickness everywhere
like copper and sand blended
into a mixture makes up the
auburn shade
you hair and its pin straight
drop down
tamable
and soft hair like fur
white and not blond
albino white
uncommon with your eyes
the difference is amassing and yet we are so similar
differences and similarities
blended into one
