C-L-S

People describe blueish green eyes as the ocean,

or the sky,

or there favorite color when they don't know what to call the shade they see...

that's boring.

I love the way your eyes look,

making me want to dive in,

reach the depths of the shades of greens and blues of the ocean hidden behind your dark lashes.

Knowing I'd drown,

sinking to the darkest parts.

Nostalgia- poetry or prose, write what makes you feel Nostalgia, and describe what that feeling is to you. Whether its an old childhood toy, a scrap book picture, or a million other things that bring you Nostalgia.

My tears taste of memories,

slipping from my eyes,

replaying on my cheeks,

leaving a trail of our past on my lips,

tasting of the bitter-sweet moments of us,

and finally, 

silently,