Brun
Brown has never been a favorable color
Brown has never been a favorable color
Until it was all I could think about
The sun reflecting off in shades of green and blue
Entrancing flecks of gold looking back at me
Every sound every word leaves me wanting
Every echo every rhythm keeps me waiting
Tomorrow will be filled with the same
But tonight I'll go to bed dreaming
Brown has never been a favorable color
Brown has never been a favorable color
Until I met him.
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