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
Finally
Your eyes met mine,
And all i could think was
“They’re the poem i want to write”
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