u/Careful-Ocelot9758

This is my first real attempt, never thought I was going to be interested in poetry ever, but let me know what I can fix or work on.

 I could only describe her as blue.

 Twisted in the roots of friction,
grooves showed in the glass—deep
A sapphire depiction
A crystal glowed on the night of distinction
Still, a lesser part of my blue addiction.

 I pondered the view from the mountaintops
but nothing quite matched the sight of the blue.
Out of sight, still in mind,
never quite the same as that night
the night I saw the blue.

 I wished, I wandered
I sat, I pondered.

 I took a path untouched,
wondering why it felt rushed
I reached for the sky of blue
reaching for her, unreachable too.

 I could not feel her.
I could not feel blue.