Brown:
The muddy water that sits on my driveway on a rainy day.
The warm beach sand that slips through my fingers like an hour glass.
The curtains blowing in the breeze, the color of my grandpa's favorite sandwich spread.
The pots and pans clanking together on thanksgiving, my grandma's shirt that has been worn down over time.
The teddy bear that sits on my empty bed.
The color that stains the fallen leaves.
Coffee that is brewed in the morning and the homemade banana bread.
There are so many memories that carry this color but non can compare to my favorite. Your beautiful brown eyes that reflect the light and the love they hold. Most importantly the way they lock with my blue ones and never let go.
Brown, my new favorite color.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryShe had a dream, that one day someone will read her work and not see her, but her heart. These are my "journal entries" in more of a English paper kind of way I guess... I just needed somewhere to maybe have a chance at someone reading them.
