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When the sun hits your brown eyes

they look like pools of honey

and your dark hair shines like no other

you’re so beautiful it’s crazy

and maybe just maybe

one day I could call you “mine”

because I think about you all the time

and maybe it’s a little scary

because I’ve never liked anybody before

but somehow

the butterflies in my stomach feel familiar

listening to your voice

makes my heart calm

and I can feel my anxiety melt away

when you’re around

and I want to tell you all these things

but I can’t because I get nervous