Your eyes are small and round
They thin when you smile
See—liquid brown is their color, hated by most loved by me.
Loving you is-
Completed through the process of elimination of all other candidates. You were chosen to be mine
Did I ask, do I want, no one would suspect
Not even you
Tears scream why as they creep slowly down the side of the face, my face
Does it make me sad to see her sad
Alone in a dark corner sat the doll.