I used to have a favorite color.
I used to pick this color above every other one.
Red
Blood, crimson red.
It surrounded me.
Until I saw your eyes.
They changed my mind.
My favourite color was the green of your eyes.
Specks of gold trimmed your eyes.
It became my new favorite color.
I couldn't get it out of my head.
It surrounded me
YOU ARE READING
ØVERTHINKING
PoezjaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
