Apr 2020
I always read poetry about those boys,
The ones with big brown eyes
And enough apologies to make you feel loved,
But I've yet to read a poem,
About how the boys with oceans for eyes
Are just as dangerous,
How they have enough "I love you"s
To make you feel sorry for them.
The ones with big brown eyes
And enough apologies to make you feel loved,
But I've yet to read a poem,
About how the boys with oceans for eyes
Are just as dangerous,
How they have enough "I love you"s
To make you feel sorry for them.
And when I wrote this I was wearing neon pink nail polish,
And listening to "First Class" by RKS
Just because neither of those things remind me of you,
I've always liked brown eyes better anyway.
And listening to "First Class" by RKS
Just because neither of those things remind me of you,
I've always liked brown eyes better anyway.
