When I think of the color of the sky
I do not think of the color blue
Nor do I think of any color at all
But instead I think of a young girl
with beautiful blue eyes
and soft brown hair that almost resembles a bowl but not quite
And I think of that day
Where I took the poor girl’s heart
without her permission
or the knowledge that I’d taken it
and locked it away
She waited patiently for the day when I would return her heart to her
But it never came.
Instead came the day when
rather than returning her beautiful heart
I instead gave her my ugly, broken one
But that’s also the day when I realized
My heart is as beautiful as her