Eyes Open
She is someone that I don’t like at first,
Eyes are round big like those orange good thirsts.
She makes faces like I don’t understand?
Eyes fiery open like no one can’t stand.
She’s with two girls walking in the aisle,
Fiercer faces of braveness are walking in a mile.
They so hate her because they don’t about know her.
She is a likely villain like a one creep sorcerer.
Day after day, I get to know so much of her,
She is a lovely childish girl who can’t be so err.
Maybe no one would quite understand what she really is,
Sweetly to tell she’s an honest one who ever don’t want to be missed.
Better open their eyes and see hers,
She is a dazzling one like those notably airs.
I opened my eyes and see the real her,
She dazzles me fine like a white robe of fur.
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