nineties anxiety

It’s okay if i’m not the girl of your dreams , or the one you dance with at prom.
I just want to be the girl you think about 20 years from now
While you’re staring at your morning coffee,
Wishing that you hadn’t poured so much milk in.
Because now it’s too creamy too resemble my dark brown eyes.
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