Brown
Before I met you
I hated the color brown.
It reminded me of sadness, dullness, and lifelessness.
But once I met you,
In your eyes,
I found my new favorite color.
I never wanted to look away.
It's funny how a person can change your view on things.
I don't think I'll ever hate brown again.
After you,
I've not been able to look at brown the same.
The color is now worse to me than it used to be.
I see your face everytime he tells me he loves me
What we had wasn't love
But because you loved me,
You convinced me it was.
This poem is about:
Me