Thinking of you but what to do, what to do.
I know what I should and I know what I could, quite frankly I know exactly what I would do.
I like to ask the questions no will ask. Even if I do seem like an ass.
I'm not sure how it is you seem to like me. Or if the brown gleam in your eyes that's familiar from a dream of different time.
The color green as newly seen from fresh smoky eye on a cloudy day. For now you've earned your fourth grade eye.
As I remember a dream of a touch that feels like yours in an oddly beastly scene. From which I pet the main of beast of man as your dark handsome your hairs.
