seeing her from a window while writing poems is such a specific moment. you were already in your own head before she became part of it.
Brown like chocolate.
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I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. Wavy brown hair. I'd take a minute out of my night to talk to you. But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, a little stunned and blind. The phone rings again, but no one's on the other end of the line. My room is a mess. I'd
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seeing her from a window while writing poems is such a specific moment. you were already in your own head before she became part of it.
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I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. Wavy brown hair. I'd take a minute out of my night to talk to you.
But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, a little stunned and blind.
The phone rings again, but no one's on the other end of the line. My room is a mess. I'd bring you here, maybe take you to see the full moon someday.
I was just sitting by my window writing poems when I saw your eyes. Brown like chocolate. Maybe you made me blush, maybe a little. I've never seen a girl like you. I'd touch you gently, respecting your space and your time.
But the phone rings, and I don't know what to say. Maybe I'll see you again in the summer. Brown like chocolate. You took my breath away for a minute, left me a little dazed and blind. My room is a mess. I'd bring you here, maybe take you to see the full moon someday.
Your eyes. I got lost in them. Now I'm blind and dazed.
Brown like chocolate.
Judson Kaique, July 27, 2026
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do you actually know if you made her blush, or were you too blinded to tell?
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respecting her space and her time - you wrote that in the middle of being completely lost. that's kind.
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seeing her from a window while writing poems is such a specific moment. you were already in your own head before she became part of it.
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summer - why summer specifically? did you think you'd have more time by then?
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i'd bring you to my messy room and show you the moon - man, the confidence of that even while saying you're dazed
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the phone ringing when you don't know what to say - that's the whole thing right there.
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you mention her eyes three times - brown like chocolate - then finish saying you're blind. were you really seeing her, or was she the idea?
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