Colleen O'Connor September 28, 2016 Poetry Brown Eyes Time stands still All but for us Brown eyes Linger of laughter The taste of beer on my tongue Whispers of other conversations The words are miles away When you look at me that way Colleen Rae : Artist. Writer. Feminist. Wizard. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
