The Favorite Color
From one glance, I seemed to know everything about you.
Your favorite color, your favorite song; everything about you.
Your hat, bright red. Your clothes, bright red.
A simplistic hat, yet you clung so dearly to it.
Your hat was extremely special to you, but…
I wasn’t.
It wasn’t fair how much I cared,
And how an inanimate object like a hat couldn’t,
Yet you cared for it more than anything.
And so there, I prayed and closed me eyes,
Wishing to have your love.
Wishing to be the color red, that you loved,
Wishing to be your one and only true care.
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