pretty sad eyes,
pretty pretty brown eyes.
i never know what people are going through,
and especially not you.
i want to get to know you,
i want to see the dark side of you,
you're as exquisite as the moon, darling.
pretty eyes,
you have big brown puppy eyes, do you know that?
you're quite amazing, do you know that?
(you wouldn't, probably)
i want to pick you up,
and see if your happiness is a facade,
no one stays optimistic,
at least i have no idea how to.
i rolled my eyes, i'm thinking about him again;
i'm making us sound like we're more than friends.
YOU ARE READING
young.
Poetryaren't we the lucky ones? we get to feel dead when we're supposed to be living. a collection of scrap paper rambles when i was younger.
