Azalea Coleson

You see a woman in a park in New York City, playing the guitar in the grass. She is wearing a purple graphic t-shirt with hearts, a light jacket, a cute hate, and short shorts. She has light make up on and is humming to herself as she plays, autumn leaves falling around her. She sings She's got brown eyes, brown hair, fair skin, and I don't know why, but my heart's stopped beating. She's my friend, but what is this feeling? What am I supposed to do? Have I fallen for you?