Jonathon's eyes.
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.
They
astound me.