damnatio ad bestias

( colors of you -- part one.) 

I never really liked the color brown.

It is as rigid as the tree that grows in your front lawn, 

as dull as moss that place itself on random places on the ground.

Like all of those things, the said color never astounds, 

Or worse, it could even drag your spirit down. 

It is funny how things change when you finally come around

A person that makes my lacklustre days merrier and steals all my frowns

Filling my entire life with sparkles, lights and sound

My favorite color is never brown --- not until I see it in your eyes, bright and round.