Black.
That's the color that
Comes to mind
When I think of you.
I'm not sure why.
Maybe it's that
Silly hat you wear.
Maybe it's that
Greaser leather jacket.
It might even be
The way you dyed your hair.
For all I know
It's your eyes.
Though they seem to me
More like dark chocolate
Than black.
But you don't
Care much for chocolate,
So I guess we'll have to say
Your eyes are black.
YOU ARE READING
Mind's Tales
PoesiaIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
