I found a box
full of old colored pencils
I pulled out my favorite one
and smiled fondly
a light blue
delicate and beautiful
yet bold and saturated
as I sat in my memories
my thoughts turned to you
and blue
like your eyes
and your favorite hue to wear
and I think
that if you were any blue
you'd be this one
a light blue
showing gentleness
brightness
but is still blue
still can hold more dimension
than the surface shows
gives a smooth impression
with just one encounter
but each pass brings out
more of the vibrancy in your soul
but anyway
I guess that means
you are my favorite shade
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
