Brown Eyes*
By thewritegurl
You've come into my school an exchange student You'll leave a teacher I am curious and drawn To those deep brown eyes So full of things not hidden behind cement walls Or ugly orange locker doors Simply loving and educated In things I've never even imagined War and hate are not so hidden to you Not sugar coated or padded Like the walls of the rooms Where we go out of our minds Tell me about that place That place of greater understanding Because I want to touch the face Of the one who knows more pain than I Written September 19th, 2001 © on Sep 19 2001 01:08 PM PST, Nicole 0 • 10
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"You've come into my school an exchange student..."