My Unstable Poetry

Blue

Blue.

Eyes as blue as the roaring ocean waves as they crash down onto the sand as blonde and dirty as the sand.

Blue as a fresh morning sky, when you know it's going to be a good day.

Blue as blue as a babies walls until souls grow too old.

Blue as a door, a mysterious door that never opens.

Blue as a dress, the one you'll see your daughter in on the happiest day of your life.

Blue as a summer-frozen blue Popsicle, waiting to glide on your tongue.

Blue as me. Blue as blue, whatever is blue.