Coal Spines

eyes.

"I love the colour of your eyes," you once said. I smiled, with my face cracked open and held together like a mask firmly glued. I do not like the colour of my eyes.

Ashen eyes, the colour of the steel, and the sky when the storm hits. I like your eyes though; eyes of spring and autumn, of warm summer and cold winter, and coffee that goes along with them all. Eyes of chocolate, eyes of sugar and eyes that are trained on me.

The ashen eyes pale in comparison. Even though darker, your own outshine mine.

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Sorry for not updating for few days, but I think I'm finally back on the track ; v ;