Brown Eyed Boy

November 3, 2012
His eyes are brown and I can’t help but stare
His eyes are so beautiful it’s unfair.
They’re like the coffee beans at Starbucks
Just like in my Mocha Frappe deluxe.

Oh, and don’t you forget about his smile.
You could see it even from a mile.
Bright and shiny, he flashes at me,
Just to prove our friendship is a guarantee.

But what he doesn’t know,
Is that I don’t let my true feelings show.
When all I really want inside,
His for him to hold my hand secure and tight.

Even though it’s just a fantasy,
He’ll always be the Brown Eyed Boy to me.

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