My Favourite Colour

I fell in love with your laurel green eyes and how they turned the colour of staw when the sun would kiss your pale cream skin
How your cheeks would glow a french rose warmth when mention kissing your pink lips because the way you said "I love you" melted me like butter on my breakfast toast
Your charcol hair with curls of honey constilations kept my monsters away while I dreamt of the coffee stained birthmark on your right shoulder
I loved you for every speck of trouble you were and for every purple bruise you left on my heart because you turned it into a galaxy
Growing up I was always asked my favourite colour and I never knew what to say until I met you


 


 

This poem is about: 
Me

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