Blue, Blue, Blue, and You.

I once wrote a poem in my english class on the color blue. I said: Blue smelled like the ocean, it was a breathe of fresh air. It sounded like music, a piano solo, calm and steady. And blue made me feel overall positive- contrary to popular songs. The touch of blue was soft and silky, but sometimes a little chilly. And blue looked like the big empty sky in the middle of a warm summer day It tasted like ice cream, sweet and refreshing Then a year passed, and winter turned to spring and I added to the poem: But now when I think of the color blue all I can think about is how blue smells like your conditioner at the nape of your neck And it sounds like your sleepy voice in the morning And blue feels like you eyes looking into the depths of my soul Now blue isn't an empty, its the limitless possibilities when I'm with you And the taste of blue, too good to be true, your soft "I love you,too" kiss. But a long ways from an 'unphotgraphable beach' and there is only one thing I can add to the poem: Blue, makes me miss you.