Nia Shelton
- Apr 12, 2021
- 1 min read

Blue Enough

It’s never cold

Always dark

Or maybe I just don’t look right

I’m left to decide how to feel about you

The color of sadness

Yet I feel no head bow

The color of tears

Mine have yet to fall

I wish to dig deeper

I picture you in my brain

Swimming with thoughts and ideas and plans

some that’ll never surface

But wade into what it could’ve been

And what it can still be

You’re the color of brand new

How you shift and pull me into you

But you’re vast

And hard to understand

And somedays I wonder

If I am supposed to understand you at all.

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