It's A Love-Hate Thing (poetry)

Poem Eleven

He had considered it
Anything but boring.
Instead, it was like a
Warm, melted chocolate
colour that had a smooth
surface.
He had seen the small
Golden flecks that had went
Unnoticeable and the hazel
That seeped in dreamily.
He had watched intently
When her eyes would light
Up in the most stunning way
When she talked about the
Things she loved,
And it was then that he knew
Brown would always be his
favourite colour.

—Drowning//Shanielle Fiddler
Dec 5, 2018