As his eyes locked onto mine,
there was comfort.
There was comfort in his words,
the way he talked,
how he thought.
He walked with his head down,
like he knew something wasn't right.
As his eyes gazed over mine,
I could tell the spark was there.
Just watching, waiting for the right time to show.
YOU ARE READING
Blue Eyed Boy
PoetryThis is just a short poem I made for my English class. It's just a simple, short free-verse poem and I like this one. After many tries, I finally came up with one I like and I'd like to share it here :) It's called "Blue Eyed Boy".
