Brown Eyes

She’s scared to look at me.

She’s scared to come near me.

I asked her out

and I am waiting on a response,

but i think

she is answering it

with her eyes.

It’s funny,

her eyes are what got me into this mess in the first place,

and now,

they cut me down to half a man.

Those eyes used to find mine,

now they dodge them.

I’ll drink another beer

and try to forget about her.

With enough booze,

I might even forget about those eyes for a few hours.

-C.H.