Never Really Blue

She said you had blue eyes
But they really weren’t blue at all
They were the color
Of the mist of the ocean splashing onshore
They were the color of the rain
With the stormy sky as the background.
But they felt like home
They felt like the calm waves 
Rolling onto the bay
They felt like how you wrap your arms around
Me and protect me from the world.
When she said blue 
I thought blue, I felt blue
But your eyes were never really blue at all.
 



 

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