Ms. Brown Eyes Poem by Malory Joyce

Her Brown eyes couldn't still
when I spoke,
they'd roll around and around,
until my mouth closed,
but my mouth couldn’t close,
it wouldn't close.

She's choking, she's choking.
I'm making Ms. Brown Eyes Choke,
on her own calling, she's falling.

I didn't mind her whispers among air,
just as my ears didn't mind listening,
I know of what she says,
Yet attention has not brought paying,
my attention is just laying,
it's just laying.

and I made Ms. Brown Eyes choke,
on her own calling to provoke,
she can not provoke.