Ocean Eyes, Friendly Smiles
Your hair is soft,
like spun sunlight,
a cloud I want to disappear into.
Your eyes are ocean blue,
a sea I could drown in,
but I don’t know how to swim.
You say my name,
and it sounds like a song,
a melody only I seem to hear right.
But your smile,
it’s the friendly kind,
like sunshine that warms without burning.
I’m a storm inside,
a downpour of words I can’t say,
a messy, soaked heart,
stuck in a friendship that feels like the most, beautiful, painful lie.
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