Whenever I come back, I end up feeling like I don't belong. Once again, I'm tired of feeling like I'm this odd duck only good for one fleeting conversation, then fit to be ignored. Maybe I really shouldn't be here after all.
It doesn't matter what you wear, or how your hair-
Hangs, baby, I'll still stare.
or neither when nor where we are
So long as you're beside me.
I realize, with wonder in these brown eyes,
I've won myself true beauty