To me, they're the perfect
Shade of brown.
Perfectly colored,
And perfectly round.
They rolled away my
Cheesy jokes.
And analyzed the
Things I wrote.
They'd catch my stare,
And I'd look away.
But staring into them
Made my day.
Though were miles
Apart now.
I wish I could see them
Somehow..
They're still the perfect
Shade of brown.
Still perfectly colored.
And still perfectly round.
YOU ARE READING
Peoms
PoetryJust a collection of poems as they pop into my head. If you steal these, I will strangle you and watch your face turn purple as you claw at my hands. Don't test me I am a violent child.
