A white sheet of paper filled with nothing but shades of blue: that is where Aliyahlikestowrite's "Blue Eyes" begins, and it is a smart place to start. Before we meet the girl of the title, we meet a child with one fixed loyalty, a colour. The poem then follows that early devotion as it grows from a colour into a longing for a person. Its central idea is that the things we love as children don't vanish as we grow up. They change shape. A favourite colour becomes a dream, and the dream becomes a wish for a friend.
The poem moves in three small steps, and the word "then" marks the joints between them. "I then grew up with my favourite colour"; "I then dream of a girl." In between, the speaker takes a detour through the world of blue. The steps run from something done (colouring), to things seen (sky, flower, tea), to something imagined (the girl). Each one is a little further from anything you could touch, and by the end the speaker is asking whether the person existed at all.
The middle list is the most interesting part. The sky is the obvious blue, vast and out of reach. The Butterfly Pea Flower is more specific, a bloom known for turning tea a vivid blue, which is exactly what the next line says. So the colour travels from sky to petal to cup, from something unreachable to something you can hold and drink. That makes blue feel at home in ordinary life, and it prepares the ground for the eyes. Eyes are the one place where a colour can look back at you.
The language is loose and conversational, and some of that looseness does real work. Tenses slip around: "I once colour," "so does the tea," "I then dream." Past and present blur, which suits a poem about a half-remembered dream, where time isn't tidy. "The most rarest shade" piles emphasis on emphasis, the way people do in speech when they want you to see how special something was. Whether or not each slip is deliberate, the voice comes across as unguarded.
There is no rhyme scheme and no regular metre. The lines are short and the words plain. Small echoes do the work that rhyme might have done: "here" and "her" sit in neighbouring lines, "girl" and "real" answer each other across the closing stanza, and "forever" carries a faint "ever" that seems to stretch the wish out. The line breaks matter too. "I hope that girl, / Was real." The comma splits the subject from its verb, and the pause becomes a hesitation, as if the speaker is nervous about finishing the thought. The final word, "Forever," is left alone on its line.
One small word does a lot of the poem's emotional work: "just." It first means "only," in "just shades of blues," as if the child has refused every other colour. Later it turns into a confession: "Just because of her blue eyes." The speaker doesn't dress up the reason. The girl matters because of her eyes, just as the paper mattered because of its colour. She is almost the favourite colour turned into a person. Then comes "I just wanted to be friends with her," where "just" shrinks the wish to its humblest size.
That last wish is what keeps the poem from being only about attraction. The speaker never says love or romance; the hope is for friendship, "Forever." The phrasing is childlike, and it is moving for that reason. Nothing grander is being asked for, only company that lasts. Judging by the imagery, blue is also the colour of distance, and English has the old phrase "feeling blue." The poem never says it is sad, but that echo hums under the lines and gives the longing an ache.
The poem is worth reading because it trusts one simple thing. It has no elaborate metaphors or clever twists, only a colour repeated until it becomes a feeling. The signature itself, Aliyahlikestowrite, has the same plain directness. The poem shows how a small, honest obsession can carry a whole emotional journey, from a crowded blue page to the wish that a dreamed stranger had been real.