Bad sonnet I wrote about you

A very bad sonnet I wrote about you in English class:
I realized everything right from the start.
You’re eyes were the prettiest shade of brown.
You looked at people as if they were art.
You picked me up when I was feeling down.
You sang with angels living in your lungs.
Hair almost as dark as my midnight thoughts.
Your smile as bright as all the summer Suns.
Hopes too high even for the astronauts.
But this was before the world destroyed you.
Now your existence dull like a rainy day.
Your favorite color from yellow to blue.           But when someone asks, you say you’re okay.
You were my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
Now that you’re gone all you left are sad scars.

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