That brown haired girl
That strange being
What are her
Intentions? I've been
Trained to see the worst in people
But I can't help
But feel
Drawn
To her
--
That brown eyed girl
I think she is one I can
Trust; she has never given
Me a reason not to
And I can't help but
Feel a pull
When I look at that
Brown eyed girl
And her long
Brown hair
--
That brown haired girl
Makes me question
My very core
Am I who I think
I am? Or
Is she exposing a new truth to me
That I've been forced
Into overlooking
I think I like girls
But I could
Never
Like that dimpled girl
With her brown
Hair
And brown eyes
--
That dimpled girl
I've never seen such
A smile
It isn't
Natural
For me to feel so happy when
I feel the glow of
That carefree grin
But everything
About
That girl
Makes me weak at the knees
She confides
In me; she tells me
Her interests, her
Crushes
She asks me if I hold
Any interest
But I could never
Tell truth
Because she would never look at me the same
I'm falling for
YOU ARE READING
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...