I don't understand
The significance of the sky.
The ocean.
Our feelings.
Why should it matter too me?
It doesn't matter.
Until she showed up.
Her.
Her eyes were the epiphany
Opening mine in turn.
The striking shade of cerulean.
Leaving me breathless at any and every glance.
I learned that the sky, the ocean were nothing in comparison to the unstoppable force that is hurricane her.
She opened.
My eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Blue
PoetryThis should end up being a poetry book for future spontaneous inspiration. Feeling inspired now is way too hard. It should come naturally, but now I need to work for it.
