You're just what I wanted, but not what I needed. And as we sit by the sunrise, I look into your deep, dark brown eyes. Is this the end of us? Cause it's not clear, please just stay right here.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Sunrise
You're just what I wanted, but not what I needed. And as we sit by the sunrise, I look into your deep, dark brown eyes. Is this the end of us? Cause it's not clear, please just stay right here.