His Brown Eyes
His brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and joy
His hair was jet black and dashing, spiky and his eyes were dark Sô cô la brown
He was just a little boy before he started to play with toys
Before he met me, I guessed he was happy as can be
I could imagine him whispering to his friends
Fiddling with his pens and enjoy teasing the girls
Sometimes I can't read his expression, when he looks at me, I get uncertain
Just bởi being held bởi his gaze puts me in a lovey-dovey daze
Why do I feel hesitant?
Am I supposed to feel pleasant?
I feel happy when I'm with him though but I'm sad also
I have...
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