She is the first girl
I've ever looked this way
and I find it so hard
not to look at her.
I can't decide what I like the most about her.
I love her eyes.
They're so close to each other, in a funny yet adorable way.
That big and dark brown pair. Oh, it's my favorite.
And the way her hair brings that shape to her face
just makes that doll-faced appear in my thoughts.
I don't really like her hair. But that I want to run my finger through it...
yes, it's true.
Even her giving name agrees she stands out.
Too bad she prefers to call herself another name
but, at least there's someone
who enjoys
pronouncing it.
d.g
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
She is the first girl
I've ever looked this way
and I find it so hard
not to look at her.
I can't decide what I like the most about her.
I love her eyes.
They're so close to each other, in a funny yet adorable way.
That big and dark brown pair. Oh, it's my favorite.
And the way her hair brings that shape to her face
just makes that doll-faced appear in my thoughts.
I don't really like her hair. But that I want to run my finger through it...
yes, it's true.
Even her giving name agrees she stands out.
Too bad she prefers to call herself another name
but, at least there's someone
who enjoys
pronouncing it.
d.g
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