His eyes weren't grey,
They were a faint azure blue
That faded into mercury.
Pools of molten silver,
Glistening like diamonds
Capturing me in his trance.
A glint of steel; a hint of teal
His eyes weren't stormy,
They were bright and rich,
Shining in the night.
Light dancing like waves
In their inky depths.
I'm drowning.

His eyes weren't grey,
and I'm drowning.

His eyes are beautiful,
and I'm drowning.

I'm drowning.