What Color Are His Eyes?👀❤️

What color are his eyes?

I don’t know how to answer that.

They’re not just blue or brown or green—

They are the color of moments

I can’t quite name. 

They’re the shade of early mornings,

When the sky is still deciding

Whether to wake up or linger in its dream.

They’re the deep hue of words left unspoken,

Of thoughts you glimpse

but can’t quite reach. 

His eyes change with the light,

The way the ocean shifts with the tides.

In the sun, they shimmer,

Like gold dust caught in a breeze,

But in the quiet, in the dark,

They turn soft, almost gray,

Like the clouds before rain,

Full of something unspoken,

Something heavy. 

What color are his eyes?

They are the color of trust,

Of secrets shared in the middle of the night

When no one else is listening.

They are the color of warmth,

Of laughter caught in the corner of his smile.

But they are also the color of storms,

Of walls built high,

Of doors closed,

Of distance. 

His eyes are more than color;

They are stories,

Stories he doesn’t always tell,

But sometimes, when the world is quiet enough,

You can see them written there,

In the way his gaze softens

Or hardens,

Or looks past you,

As if searching for something lost. 

What color are his eyes?

They are the color of everything

He’s ever seen and felt,

The weight of things he carries,

The brightness of the dreams he still holds.

They are the color of everything

You’ll never quite know,

And that’s what makes them beautiful.