I am an exhalation A never ending sigh An exhortation of extreme exaltation A breath that pulls you in No longer are you restrained By containing thoughts of not being near me I understand fully, the power of my words I know that my voice sometimes Crashes onto your ears Similar to how a maddening storm Tosses the surf relentlessly to the shore Breaking your peacelike conscious Making you grate your teeth Never has there been a worse sound, I assume But just as the sea I calm And the sweet rush of my waves sweep over you And now you see clear I remember your eyes being the strangest shade of blue Never was there an exact word to describe them So I just deemed them Tuesday blue A blue that is not crystal clear But not foggy like how you feel Crawling out of bed on a Monday morning And not summery blue either, like how the sky always seems to be on weekends The blue of your eyes That Tuesday blue Is the blue you see when you leave for the beach On an impulse Just to free your mind and breathe The blue you see as you gaze unto the magical horizon Just where the sky and ocean meet That is the color of your irises That is the color of my personal love What I dream about at night as my chest falls rhythmically Like the soft down tempo That's usually the background music to our very Melodramatic lives So stare at me with those Tuesday blues And listen to me me exhale I promise to never hurt you I promise I'll never fail