Noxtis316

They say the eyes are a window to the soul, I hope you find mine attractive. They aren't anything special- just hazel. A mix of brown and green, at first glance. Look closer, can it be? Flecks of gold, in an eye? Only some people see it, It takes a special kind of person. I never saw it at firrst, I doubted too. But then one day, I was arguing with someone. This someone is no one, and everyone to me. They said simply, For once, believe in  yourself . As God did- look at what you do and call it good! You see, I never look at anything I do and like it. I'm never proud of myself, and I never say I'm anything special. I never saw