Those brown eyes have me lost
But that's no good
Because you don't feel the same for me
That curly hair
Has me thinking
I wish it could be me and you
But when I look into those brown eyes
I see the hate and the disgust
And I realized I'm fucked up cause I still want you even if you feel that way
And now I realize I will never be good enough
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Planted
Poetry"As my feet are planted on the ground I'm not really here I'm thinking about fleeing and being away for it is you I fear."
