Brunette Lady
I gotta quit runnin' away from her
the color of brunette is still fresh in my mind
whenever i see it i think of you
i think of your big, brown eyes
what they remind me of you ask
little drops of Hershey’s chocolate
the color of your melanin
a mild dark yellow
the way your skin glowed without makeup
your aura pulled me in
i became attracted to your personality
your soul
yes i still have feelings for you
despite me being a little mad at ya
felt like you just pushed me away
n’ ain’t wanna be bothered
despite ya’ tellin’ me that i shouldn’t go ghost on you
you went ghost on me tho
i wish we could reconcile
what did i ever do to mess it all up
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