
Your eyes.
When you look at me,
Your eyes turn the most amazing colour.
They become
The most shocking shade
Of green.
They go from
Mostly brown
To mostly green.
How can
Your eyes
Be my favourite,
When you’re still not mine?
This poem is about:
Me
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