I paint a stroke of brown. Like your eyes. The eyes I can lose myself in. The eyes I love to feel upon me when I'm looking away. Their innocence. The way their depth stirs my soul, with the most beautiful unease. I add a little tan, like the colour of your hands. I wish could feel them holding mine right now. I wish I could somehow lock the safe feeling I feel when they wrap around my waist. Maybe a little rose? Like your lips. I recall every time I've looked at them, thinking how perfectly they were placed on your face. I recall how they feel on mine, the tenderness, the vulnerability. I fill the rest with white, like the noise in the background when we leave the phone on and fall asleep. Not knowing when night melts into morning. One last spec of black, like the burnt ends of smoked days, when all I want to do is lay in bed and hear your voice. Close my eyes as you talk and think of how lucky I am. [how lucky am to be able to call you home?] ©𝑨𝒚𝒖_𝒔𝒉 DOn't quIT❤️ I paint a stroke of brown. Like your eyes. The eyes I can lose myself in. The eyes I love to feel upon me when I'm looking away. Their innocence. The way their depth stirs my soul, with the most beautiful unease. I add a little tan, like the colour of your hands. I wish could feel them holding mine right now. I wish I could somehow lock the safe feeling I feel when they wrap around my waist. Maybe a little rose? Like your lips. I recall every time I've looked at them, thinking how perfectly they were placed on your face. I recall how they feel on mine, the tenderness, the vulnerability.
![I paint a stroke of brown. Like your eyes. The eyes I can lose myself in. The eyes I love to feel upon me when I'm looking away. Their innocence. The way their depth stirs my soul, with the most beautiful unease.
I add a little tan, like the colour of your hands.
I wish could feel them holding mine right now.
I wish I could somehow lock the safe feeling I feel when they wrap around my waist.
Maybe a little rose? Like your lips. I recall every time I've looked at them, thinking how perfectly they were placed on your face. I recall how they feel on mine, the tenderness, the vulnerability.
I fill the rest with white, like the noise in the background when we leave the phone on and fall asleep. Not knowing when night melts into morning.
One last spec of black, like the burnt ends of smoked days, when all I want to do is lay in bed and hear your voice. Close my eyes as you talk and think of how lucky I am.
[how lucky am to be able to call you home?]
©𝑨𝒚𝒖_𝒔𝒉 DOn't quIT❤️
I paint a stroke of brown. Like your eyes. The eyes I can lose myself in. The eyes I love to feel upon me when I'm looking away. Their innocence. The way their depth stirs my soul, with the most beautiful unease.
I add a little tan, like the colour of your hands.
I wish could feel them holding mine right now.
I wish I could somehow lock the safe feeling I feel when they wrap around my waist.
Maybe a little rose? Like your lips. I recall every time I've looked at them, thinking how perfectly they were placed on your face. I recall how they feel on mine, the tenderness, the vulnerability.](https://media.nojoto.com/content/media/644972/2022/10/feed/a62098add8ed5dbd05936425f7224ca3/a62098add8ed5dbd05936425f7224ca3_default.jpg "I paint a stroke of brown. Like your eyes. The eyes I can lose myself in. The eyes I love to feel upon me when I'm looking away. Their innocence. The way their depth stirs my soul, with the most beautiful unease.
I add a little tan, like the colour of your hands.
I wish could feel them holding mine right now.
I wish I could somehow lock the safe feeling I feel when they wrap around my waist.
Maybe a little rose? Like your lips. I recall every time I've looked at them, thinking how perfectly they were placed on your face. I recall how they feel on mine, the tenderness, the vulnerability.
I fill the rest with white, like the noise in the background when we leave the phone on and fall asleep. Not knowing when night melts into morning.
One last spec of black, like the burnt ends of smoked days, when all I want to do is lay in bed and hear your voice. Close my eyes as you talk and think of how lucky I am.
[how lucky am to be able to call you home?]
©𝑨𝒚𝒖_𝒔𝒉 DOn't quIT❤️
I paint a stroke of brown. Like your eyes. The eyes I can lose myself in. The eyes I love to feel upon me when I'm looking away. Their innocence. The way their depth stirs my soul, with the most beautiful unease.
I add a little tan, like the colour of your hands.
I wish could feel them holding mine right now.
I wish I could somehow lock the safe feeling I feel when they wrap around my waist.
Maybe a little rose? Like your lips. I recall every time I've looked at them, thinking how perfectly they were placed on your face. I recall how they feel on mine, the tenderness, the vulnerability.")
