As light blue as a rainy sunday were your eyes

each and every blink was made of the most fragile of rain drops

natural disasters dreamt about your shade of blue

not the bold of the blues, but the blushes of indigo

the rays and waves of the cerulean sea were only meant to entertain me for so long

sometimes I miss your sapphire touch and your sapphire lies

but I don't miss my teal tears

I can sit all day with talk of your eyes and how they're the blue I want to fly kites in

i can’t say I love this cobalt i feel whenever you're not here

It's the shade of royal that kids paint water with but you're not that transparent

not only did we see but we felt the stars upon us followed by the navy draping of the sky

your eyes were graced with their soothing glow

the world was flat and we were in the center, like the world’s axis had stopped existing

the grass had never seemed more like velvet

like a pool of what they call tranquility but was filled with light blue liabilities

each second with you is never like the next and the sea foam waves never crash quite the same

sometimes the sky sets to navy,

the same navy as the bruises on my soul

but your light blue rises again in the morning

And they seem to disappear

you rain some days and other days you don’t

And you, just like the sky, full of things I’ll never know