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

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