• His eyes are the brown of tree bark.
    His hair is the late evening's black dark.
    His smile is the brightness of an afternoon's sun.
    His brain speaks only intelligence and fun.
    His antics may seem dumb,
    but it's him who makes my heart go numb.
    It seems that I'm obsessed,
    and this was a curse I was so blessed.
    But as I picked the soft petals of a flower,
    my heart is the one he must devour.

    Their eyes are the oppisite of the brown tree bark.
    Their hair isn't the late evening's dark.
    Their smiles are nothing to his afternoon sun.
    Their brains don't speak any intelligence or fun.
    His thoughts for them are kind of dumb,
    becausehe doesn't know he makes my heart go numb.
    I know he's not near obsessed,
    and this was a curse he was so blessed.
    But as he picks the tough petals of a flower,
    I wish my heart was the one he would devour.

    BUT!

    My eyes are the darker brown of the tree bark!
    My hair is the early evening's black dark!
    My smile is almost a match to the afternoon's sun!
    My brain speaks too much intelligence and fun!
    Yes, my antics may seem quite dumb,
    but I wish he knew he makes my heart go numb!
    It's know he's no where near blessed
    as I get even more and more obsessed...
    But as I pick the wrinkles petals of a flower,
    he chooses my heart to be the one he must devour.