Bottle Green

There is a boy in the front of my class

And his eyes hold the wonder of the sea

They gleam like broken bottle glass

When they look at me

His hair is the sandy beach

That so few get to walk on

And his laugh grabs your heart like a leech

And honey it locks on

His eyes seem to dance with fire

A spark that no one can tame

Pulling on my soul like a wire

And those bottle green eyes hold all the blame