There

She's taking his hand in hers 
And stares at the confusion 
In his beautiful 
Blue eyes. 
Lovely. 
Yes, but 
He's just so lonely. 
Miserable, 
feeling all on his own 
He doesn't understand: 
she's laughing so loud 
 His reactions are too pure 
Give her the last hope
In humanity. 
His blue eyes,
having a magical 
Power of showing 
what's true 
And what's not, 
Give her the strength
to remain understandable 
and help him in his own 
Hurricane of emotions. 
Hey, they are Okay! 
You can feel, 
You're allowed to cry. 
Oh, pure 
Blue Eyes. 
It is alright,
Scream 
And yell 
And relax.
Because you feel so alone
And miserable. 
As deep within 
In that sea of self doubt 
I can see you, 
Being incredible.
One of your kind.

Автор: Деница Борисова, 11 в клас