March 3rd - 2024
His words spoke of brown, whether it was the color of my skin, my eyes or my curls. His words were too soft and sweet I would've almost hurled. He spoke of the brown on the trunks of trees, but not in the way he spoke of me. The color brown went beyond what he could ever portray; it was golden and cozy and almost cliche.
But as time passed, brown would slowly fade away, and now he barely even knows me as the memories decay. Brown, the color that made him stare into my eyes, as if he couldn't love me even more and I believed those lies. But once he left me behind, I was caught by surprise, for the one he left me for had pure sky eyes.
Blue, it's only eyes that seem to be pleasing to see. Her blue matches the sky and some flowers, but never the trees. Her blue is just eyes; not skin, not even hair. But my brown was all, my brown was everywhere.
But what made you pick blue over me; she has only one thing while I have three. Since I was everything you wanted me to be, how did her eyes change the way you looked at me?
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PoesiaA collection of poems I've written in my free time. Will be updated randomly. I mostly do free style since I have more free will, but I try to be diverse in my styles. Enjoy.
