To the girl with the sorry eyes. I’m sorry for your sadness, I’m sorry for your pain, I’m sorry for the way you can’t love yourself like how a young girl hears the first cat call walking home after she was just told she will never amount to anything. I’m sorry you can’t look in the mirror and see the simple beauty that the world seems to hide like the black silhouette of the fallen solider. I’m sorry for so long you didn’t fell as if you were wanted or love, I’m sorry you hated yourself on rainy days when we all know the rainy days are the ones were you could release the years that have drowned you every night you fell asleep in your lonely bed without some asking why you were crying. But you know what.... there’s a boy... a boy you that holds you so tight in his arms no matter what, cause he see’s there’s still a brave soul in a body that was broken and scare of themselves but yet is still kissable because she still wears the smile of the girl who could walk in to any room and fill it with warmth. He see’s a girl that no matter how broken she is will wear her heart on her sleeve like is it a sash of pride. He see’s a girl how always fight for him, a girl that can not feel sorry for herself, that can look in the mirror and see the once fallen solider carrying themselves to safety in the arms of this boy because he’s willing to be the shield from yourself, he’s willing to take the bomb that is our feelings to ourself just to be okay with the love that he’s giving that we have been so scared to take. But finally, the boy has broken the bomb, for it has not caused an explosion of depression and regret, but explosion of happiness and exceptment for there the girl with the sorry eyes, is now sorry that she didn’t love sooner, cause this boy has shown her what she needed, a solider who was willing to carry another solider. To the girl with the sorry eyes..... your welcome to the boy who saved you, for he is rainbow in the sky on those rainy days.