((UUUUHHHHH HAI ive never released my poetry to the public before, but here goes!!! :3 I do sonnets and haikus but I usually end up hating them all so instead here's a freehand about my little circle of irl friends. Might post more idk yet!!! As always, advice and tips are encouraged!!!))
Hair Dyes Under Dark Skies
Very few colors I recognize.
Dark blonde-- He’s shaggy and tall, tough too.
Brunette-- She’s cautious and cradles her heart.
Highlights-- Young and sweet, he’s got much more coming his way.
These are the colors of my home.
Blonde only smiles ever so slightly when he looks at me.
That’s how I know he loves me.
Brunette goes quiet in the moments when I chat with excitement or anger, she's my safe space.
That’s how I know she loves me.
Highlights holds me when I need him most, he accepts me effortlessly.
That’s how I know he loves me.
They love me with no hesitation nor shame.
Under the sun and under the moon.
I owe them the world, my guys.
I know I am loved when I see them:
My hair dyes under dark skies.
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