They: a love letter

You were laying there

The perfect contrast to my messy bed

staring into thin air

As i admired your lavender eyes 

I always thought of blue

As a cold, unwelcoming color

And yet on you

It becomes my favorite hue


Your eyes met mine,

And all i could think was

“They’re the poem i want to write”

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