The self-love buried in her sandy brown eyes Waiting for the wind to settle down To have a clear vision of who she is She's growing a deep rooted tree embedded with self-doubt Only if she knew her tears are watering the tree Strengthening her biggest rivalry
Is it still fair When my personality traits are a compilation of her memories When I found out colours discriminate Because why does red look so much better on her When my heart willingly chose you But somehow you look so much better beside her