Draco
They're not quite like honey
They're not quite like gold
They're not quite like caramel
With all the chocolate they hold
o.o.o
They're not quite mahogany
No, that doesn't seem right
They're anything but like mud
Though very dark sand be they might
o.o.o
They could be dark auburn
With a bit of sun mixed in
It could be said they're like tree bark
But that would be a sin
o.o.o
They remind me of the leather
That covers my old, favorite book
Dark, smooth, still perfect
But with a very sharp look
o.o.o
I don't think I'll ever decide
What color exactly fits these eyes
When asked what color really they are
It might just be my demise
A/N
Poetry is not my thing, really. It just came into my mind, and became this rhyming drabble. *shrug* Tell me if you like, if you don't like, and what I could do to improve these oh-so-sharp poetry skills.
Love you all!
Thanks for reading.