Advice of Blue

i dont like writing descriptions

Her eyes are blue--

As blue as winter;

her voice,

She wishes,

was gentler

As she spreads these words,

Like butter and jam,

On all these wishes

Tossed before her.

She wishes advice didn't come

Automatically

And with a razor-cut--

Paper-cut--

Edge.

She wishes advice--

True advice--

were but a shade of blue:

A shade of gentle blue,

Like winter sky mirrored on

Winter snow, fresh and new.