I turn to my writing for comfort
As I fight the tears that threaten to spill
At the betrayal of my subconscious mind
Not letting me give up,
Not letting me forget
How I feel for that brown-eyed boy.
It resorts to using my dreams,
So long a safe haven
And always well remembered,
To bring him in
And give him a quality I know he does not have,
To make me remember how much time
I spent watching and listening and learning
All about that brown-eyed boy.
I've spent these last five months
Convincing myself he is not good for me,
That continuing to hold him close in my heart
Will only lead to wretched pain,
As I'm ignored by that brown-eyed boy.
Even using the attractiveness of another
Fails to remove my heart from his grasp,
As the only boys I like are out of my reach,
Just like my brown-eyed boy.