i wonder if you think about me the way i think of you.
a gracious outlook for sure.
mostly your innocence that gives away a surprising number.
tell me about the things that go on in your head.
do you fear that one day we’ll all be dead?
i like the way you look at me when i compliment your brown skin.
a smile that warms the oven.
i admire you from a distance
because i am not worthy of existence.