He remembered the color of my eyes,
gray like a stormy day.
He said he doesn't want them any brighter.
He wanted the depths
to still drown him when needed.
I can drown him
and revive him
whenever he desires.
My eyes have always been there
for him to fall into.
I'll catch him with my soul
and so much more.
Gray eyes,
stormy skies.
And for him,
a beautiful disaster
in deep gray.
Two eyes
trained on him.
Deep enough
for him to get lost...
and stay here forever...