Ocean Eyes

Oh my ocean eyes Not for the colour but for the endless cries I hate how sensitive I am Crying for every other thing bothering me But then I see how others live in black and white How they'd rather suppress their emotions How they'd rather find comfort in rage Or how they'd rather not open up at all To live such a bleak life would be more depressing Than to cry every other day To let out all the emotions I feel Cause only after the storms occur, the sun shines brighter than it ever had And after contemplating I think I like how I feel so much more than the rest How my life is emotionally rich Though others call me weak and that might pinch I think I love my sensitivity As it does not prove my strength’s validity The conclusion comes by surprise I love my ocean eyes