((this one isnt sad whoops))
He never had a favorite color
What's the point of having one
If the whole world is seen as black and white anyways
As they sat on her bed
Asking each other random questions
She asked him
What's your favorite color
He opened his mouth to respond with
I dont have one
But instead he looked into her eyes
And saw the beautiful color
Swirling with light and dark
More powerful than the ocean
Calmer than small rain drops
Clearer than the sky
And responded with
Blue
My favorite color is blue
-me
