Boy with brown eyes
Why do you make me happy?
You are not kind
But you do have a heart
Not a care in the world
I stare at a silver moon
And dream of only you
When I think of you my silver moon
Turns gold
I am not in love
I have yet to know what this is
But for some ludicrous reason
I want people to say "she's his"
Though I am not an object,
I yearn for it
I would especially like to be called yours
From your tongue
I would accept being called yours
And for you only
Cause sometimes it gets a bit lonely
When you're not around
I walk gracefully in front of all
But in front of you,
I fall
This feeling is most likely not to be mutual
But, for now, I will take just being your friend
Boy with beautiful brown eyes