Hands

Painting my nails black as the unlit sky
as dark as an unlit room
as green as grass lit by the sun
Dark as his hair
Green as his Eyes

I don't know, I was sorta bored, then I thought of hands, then of color, then of how dark the sky seems, and how dark a room is, then how green grass hit by the sun's rays are, then how dark HIS hair is, then how green HIS eyes are. HE is an imaginary character, part of my imagination. Just part of this poem. HE is my ideal guy. TMI? Sorry but my mind just wanders.