So this one is olddddd.

I think this poem is from eighth or ninth grade...

Hellish Hazel

I look into the grass and what I see is her.

She hides her pain oh too well, and everything is obscure.

The only thing I can see are eyes of hellish hazel.

Simply put, they're beautiful and bare into my soul.

One look from them instantly turns my blood cold.

These eyes of hers and filled with hunger. Hunger and hellish hazel.

Amazingly, there is no pain and only numbness of my heart.

The numbness, sadly, hold true to just my part.

My breathing finally fades, softly, but not that hellish hazel.

I think they have finally run out,

But they come back to my thoughts, horrifyingly too often.

I see them, and only them. Eyes of hellish hazel.