It came to me in a math problem.
Thought
the storm was shining
Only to find out my eyes were blue.
True, grey has it's strengths,
But blue will in all ways be my most coveted color.
I don't mind
that it's covered me up all of these years,
I don't mind
that it takes up
The entire sky
I don't mind
That it turns purple
When it sees red
I don't mind
That it's true.
