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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