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.
