Yes she has blue eyes,
And darling you have brown,
But how do you expect people to like them,
When you’re always looking down?
My eyes are gray-blue,
And many times I have said,
That I only wish,
I could have brown eyes instead.
Mine might look like the ocean,
And I do cry salt a lot,
But your eyes are richer than the soil,
And will never be an afterthought.
We share the same eye color,
She and I,
But don’t see how common it is,
And how it can never electrify?
There are so many shades,
But some days when I’m down,
I still wish I had brown like you.
Don’t dislike your eye color,
And all the shades it can be,
Because having blue is not so special,
To a girl like me.
If I made friends based on eye color,
I would have missed on you,
And darling that would have killed me,
To not laugh at what you do.
Your eyes are brown,
And hers and mine are blue,
I love brown eyes on you.
They spark when you are mad,
And dull when you feel down,
So darling don’t ever think,
That they are simply brown.
And if you promise not to hate,
I’ll make a promise too,
That I will never hate my eyes,
Even though they are blue.
I think that they so common,
But isn’t that you said,
About your brown eyes when,
You were wishing for blue instead?