June, lost in your brown eyes June
the way you make me shiver,
when I hear you.
My modern-day Dylan,
born with a fire sign making red as your color,
a fiery spirit with a striking masculinity,
Ambiguity,
the duality is astounding in you, June
enthralling me with your coolness and childlike silliness
when you're you June
But who am I to assume when you're being the real you?
As soon as the curtains and the lights are off,
you're concealed from the whole world to see,
back home you bring with you your loneliness and existential crisis,
so you write them in paper in a form of a song or poem,
or you just pour yourself a drink until they all go away
La douleur exquise,
you who belonged to everyone
and you who belonged to no one,
you will never know my name,
you who never cared for a name.
You June, yes you and your cold brown eyes
antithetical to the tenderness of your heart
The way you capture the first two of my five senses,
the way you bedazzle the assemblage with your electric presence
June, you have no idea how grandiose my dream was for you,
in seven continents you land with your own private jet
countless nights in every city where you stand to their largest stages
and you give your all
and they watch you, they sing along
and then they cry and shout with joy
Maybe I am being too ambitious, June
but you were bigger than Dylan
in my dream,
the millions of records you sold,
to the best-selling books you wrote
'cause you were just that gold,
and brilliant
in my dream
It's not that I deserve you but they don't deserve you like your brothers do
I followed you reach your aspirations,
gone were the days of your wild youth,
when you were only misunderstood
for being conceited and carefree
Now I see you,
almost in your anonymity
and I'm afraid to say that it seems your passions have burnt-out
June,
my eyes could not even gaze at yours without feeling like crying June
even when you smile with your teeth showing,
no matter how loud you laugh.
I have already solved the mystery behind those cold brown eyes June,
that we all share the same pain of losing someone significant
and this endless wondering about the meaning of our lives
June,
I may have stopped dreaming for myself
that I could be someone like you,
because my world is too small and distant compared to your universe
June,
in my dream there were seven of you shining the brightest
and I was not sad nor anxious even the slightest.
I was happy, June
And in my dream you took me to your apartment after the show, just for you to brag me your vinyl collection.
I didn't notice how it all happen but we were writing a song together,
could have been the greatest song of all time we're about to perform tomorrow
until I woke up and you were not there,
and all I have are tears in my eyes,
June
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:07 PM UTC
June, lost in your brown eyes June
the way you make me shiver,
when I hear you.
My modern-day Dylan,
born with a fire sign making red as your color,
a fiery spirit with a striking masculinity,
Ambiguity,
the duality is astounding in you, June
enthralling me with your coolness and childlike silliness
when you're you June
But who am I to assume when you're being the real you?
As soon as the curtains and the lights are off,
you're concealed from the whole world to see,
back home you bring with you your loneliness and existential crisis,
so you write them in paper in a form of a song or poem,
or you just pour yourself a drink until they all go away
La douleur exquise,
you who belonged to everyone
and you who belonged to no one,
you will never know my name,
you who never cared for a name.
You June, yes you and your cold brown eyes
antithetical to the tenderness of your heart
The way you capture the first two of my five senses,
the way you bedazzle the assemblage with your electric presence
June, you have no idea how grandiose my dream was for you,
in seven continents you land with your own private jet
countless nights in every city where you stand to their largest stages
and you give your all
and they watch you, they sing along
and then they cry and shout with joy
Maybe I am being too ambitious, June
but you were bigger than Dylan
in my dream,
the millions of records you sold,
to the best-selling books you wrote
'cause you were just that gold,
and brilliant
in my dream
It's not that I deserve you but they don't deserve you like your brothers do
I followed you reach your aspirations,
gone were the days of your wild youth,
when you were only misunderstood
for being conceited and carefree
Now I see you,
almost in your anonymity
and I'm afraid to say that it seems your passions have burnt-out
June,
my eyes could not even gaze at yours without feeling like crying June
even when you smile with your teeth showing,
no matter how loud you laugh.
I have already solved the mystery behind those cold brown eyes June,
that we all share the same pain of losing someone significant
and this endless wondering about the meaning of our lives
June,
I may have stopped dreaming for myself
that I could be someone like you,
because my world is too small and distant compared to your universe
June,
in my dream there were seven of you shining the brightest
and I was not sad nor anxious even the slightest.
I was happy, June
And in my dream you took me to your apartment after the show, just for you to brag me your vinyl collection.
I didn't notice how it all happen but we were writing a song together,
could have been the greatest song of all time we're about to perform tomorrow
until I woke up and you were not there,
and all I have are tears in my eyes,
June
