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  Nov 2015 Débora Luna
poetic mornings
the boy with the brown eyes
he’s the one I miss
and I long for his lips
even though we’ve never kissed

the boy with the brown eyes
who didn’t like his smile
I did not understand him
For a very long while

The boy with the brown eyes
he astonished me
I admired his perfection
That he did not see

Dear boy with the brown eyes,
I should’ve told you then
But you are ******* beautiful
And you have always been
[p.m.]
  Nov 2015 Débora Luna
josie
it's not fair
that my brown eyed boy
is being treated like a toy
he's barely begun
and the sun
won't rise
if he doesn't shine
although he'll never
be mine
I wish he'd never lose
hope
I'll mope until
he smiles once more
and I'll never shut the door
for my brown eyed boy



-j.m

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