ocean eyes and sandy hair

he’s the beach of people

and i don’t even like the beach

but i like him

i like him a lot

i think he’s special

and unique

i wish he’d take a break

from following his friends around

and explore the world on his own

you could get lost in those ocean eyes

and i would

we all need someone special

someone bright eyed and kindhearted

i had so hoped mine would be him

perhaps there’s still a chance

sequel to a daydream

that she had months ago

the storyline is different

the world is new and magical

more than she has ever wanted

she finds a new ideal

a little dream to keep her satisfied

for as long as she’s afraid

she could never say a thing

not one word to him

of course

this time she is not shaking

because this boy does make her nervous

but not like the one before

her poetry is somber

not full of utter glee

yet even though she wants to

she’d never let the feeling out

the seashells in his eyes

and the sandy beaches in his hair

she seems to think it’s worth it

and life won’t get in the way

but the sequel to this daydream

is happier and kind

the sort to make her feel things

no matter how hard she tries

avoidance is the safest

the route to keep the status quo

nothing makes her feel this way

and she wants to let him know

this is for you, 23.

i don’t know why, but i like you.

i like your smile.

your eyes, the color of seashells.

i like the way you seem to always know what’s next.

you’re prepared for anything, i guess.

i like that you care.

i like something about you.

but i can’t figure out what it is.

so i guess i will wait and see.

because all i can think about is you, 23.

so much for a productive afternoon.

i wish i could tell you all of this.

but i can’t.

not yet.

not now.

i need a nap.