Brown Eyed Nostalgia
Brown eyes
Haunt me.
Memories
of the lockeroom.
And hot showers.
A paragon
Which I can
Never have.
Treading
Lightly,
This boat rocks.
And I seem to be
Always seasick.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2024
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