I never noticed how good people can be. I always thought that deep down, many people were cynics and that many people are careless. But when I look at you, with your gleaming eyes composed from the soft blue sky, I forget all of the hurtful things that people can do. Taunts, insults, and stolid glares from many people around me disappear when I looked into your eyes. Your soft blue eyes makes me feel like a cloud, just drifting by slowly. My heart feels like it's on cloud nine.
When you held your hand out to me in the hallway on the very first day of school, I was so relieved. I thought that every day of school would be alright because of that hand. But I was wrong. Voices from those adversaries would disrupt my mental strength. All I wanted to do was break myself into small little pieces, and wished to begin anew.
But unlike those voices crafted from yells and shouts, yours is smooth and deep, as if it were the currents flowing endlessly in a river of peace, making me wish to tell you all my troubles and what makes me feel blue. Your eyes bring out the concealed joy within me. Yet I always look away to play it safe. Then I notice how empty your hand is, oh my heart tugs at me to hold it firmly. However I feel like it would be wrong of me to do so.
Until then, all I can do is sit here. Waiting, waiting for the day where I can embrace you instead of feeling blue.