Eyes & Souls

When you look into someone’s eyes, you’re not looking at their eyes. You’re looking behind them, at their mind, at their soul. So I might not know the colour of your eyes, but I know the colour of your soul.

He was book pages, tea, honey, sunlight filtering through a curtain. The glow around your heart that comes with hugs and smiles and blushing and love.

She was a forest, moss on wood, leaves on the earth, weird, wild, fabulous, free.

He was inky black, endless untold stories, with stars dotted across when he smiled.

She was emerald and venom and snake scales, they protected ferociously and they loved ferociously.

He was the grey streets of London, entwined in smoke, under an indigo sky. Untamed, containless, courageous.