Aesthetic.

Fri, 01/08/2021 - 17:41 -- arynn

Aesthetic.

I love to look at you. 

I could sit and

Stare into your eyes

For an eternity.

Your eyes aren’t 

Robin blue or 

Chameleon green 

Like society loves.

Glorious melanin, 

They are brown, 

My favorite color.

Like soil,

You are the foundation 

Of my world

Where all things grow. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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