I don't see it very often
But when I do, it looks like this
It looks like red hair
Tied back in a pony tail
With eyes that no one thought could be so blue
It looks like 7:00 at night
As well as 6:30 in the morning
When the sun douses the sky in hue
It looks like the west
Or the east
Depending on where the mountains are
It looks like the girl three seats back
Who keeps tapping the desk nervously
Worrying about the scratch on her car
It looks like the pitch dark
With the small dots glowing
That you see when you look up at night
It looks like the beach
With the people swimming through the waves
Or lounging in the sand, soaking up the light
I never really knew beauty though
Until I first met you
With that confident smile
That you don't see very often
And eyes that no one thought could be so blue
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I don't see it very often
But when I do, it looks like this
It looks like red hair
Tied back in a pony tail
With eyes that no one thought could be so blue
It looks like 7:00 at night
As well as 6:30 in the morning
When the sun douses the sky in hue
It looks like the west
Or the east
Depending on where the mountains are
It looks like the girl three seats back
Who keeps tapping the desk nervously
Worrying about the scratch on her car
It looks like the pitch dark
With the small dots glowing
That you see when you look up at night
It looks like the beach
With the people swimming through the waves
Or lounging in the sand, soaking up the light
I never really knew beauty though
Until I first met you
With that confident smile
That you don't see very often
And eyes that no one thought could be so blue