The first time
I looked into them, they were blue
. crysalline and pure. The clearest lake
I've ever seen.
I almost fell in
The second time I looked at them, they had hints of green in them. Like spring
. The first brave shoots of grass grow up through patches of ice and snow
Sometimes I fancy
they are purple. When we joke
, and truth comes in. When some one says something a little too close to home. When you compliment him. He smiles
and looks at you. He then looks away. Sometimes
he'll pull his hooded sweatshirt
down over his face to hide his eyes. That's when they are purple.
They are strong
. I freaked out and couldn't handle being in school
anymore. He looked me in the eye and talked me down from my ledge
They are soft. When he teases
or plays a game
They glow. With happiness
. With thunder. When he's screaming a perfect sonnet
on the top of his lungs. When he's giggling.
When he's drunk and dancing.