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, most painful lie.