His Brown Eyes
His brown eyes were sparkling with happiness and joy
His hair was jet black and dashing, spiky and his eyes were dark চকোলেট brown
He was just a little boy before he started to play with toys
Before he met me, I guessed he was happy as can be
I could imagine him whispering to his friends
Fiddling with his pens and enjoy teasing the girls
Sometimes I can't read his expression, when he looks at me, I get uncertain
Just দ্বারা being held দ্বারা his gaze puts me in a lovey-dovey daze
Why do I feel hesitant?
Am I supposed to feel pleasant?
I feel happy when I'm with him though but I'm sad also
I have...
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