Brown Eyed Girl

May 5, 2008
By Vanity Walsh, Chicago, IL

Is it hot in this room?
Or just the thought of you?
Have I lost my mind?
To be wasting all this time.
What if at night I think of you,
But the eyes you dream of are green… or blue?
Because of you I'm losing control.
I'm blind in a car, and I'm veering off the road.

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