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?