Now I know
Choosing you was a step to growing up
You with your chocolate brown hair
Matching your deep, full, ambitious eyes
You with your Native American hair
The purple haze around your listless dark eyes
Even though one may seem better than the other
The truth is, he's not
The one that matches me best
Listless, but only when you stare
When you stare at me, even if
I know it has something
Or at least I hope so...