You tell me you'll show me your writing one day,
I waited for that day to get the chance to make home in the deepest crevices of your mind,
I'm not sure why I allowed myself to think it would be as beautiful as a field of freshly bloomed flowers when nobody's mind is that pure.
I read about your love for other women,
I'm no fool,
I've known I wasn't your first.
I read about how no love could compare to the love you feel for this blue eyed beauty as all the love in all the seas reflected from them,
I can feel what you feel for them as your eyes are more blue than the bright sky and I can feel myself flying in them.
That's okay I never asked to be your first love
I could feel the hurt reflecting in my boring brown eyes as I read the lines time and time again.
I'm no fool,
I know I can never be your first,
But I'd like to be your last.
I don't want to feel in competition to make you love me more.
You haven't fallen in love with me yet, but oh god what I would give to love you and have you love me back even more.
I'm no blue eyed beauty my eyes will never reflect the color of the sea but maybe one day you can learn to love exploring the deep dirt of the earth in mine.