Words We Cannot Speak

Your grey, grey eyes

Your grey, grey eyes
Have no silver linings
And they are storm clouds
Which roll across white skies.
Your grey, grey eyes
Are the epitome of despair;
There is nothing in them,
No light beyond clouds
No sun
No moon
No stars
No galaxies
No space.
Those dark clouds roll
With the tides of your emotions.
Staring into them I see nothing, nothing beyond
The depths of hell.
You have the grey, grey eyes
Of someone who doesn't feel
Yet feels this all consuming pain.
Your grey, grey eyes
Enchant me
Yet no matter how many times I kiss those red lips
Or caress your ivory skin
Your eyes beseech nothing.;
No passion
No hope
No love.
And in your grey, grey eyes
I desperately search
For flecks of gold,
Of green,
Of something
But there is nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
And your grey, grey eyes
Are the truth.
They reflect only what is in front of them
And that is why I cannot turn away.
Your grey, grey eyes
Have no start and no end
Much like our love
Which is parallel, perpendicular and moving further apart.
Your grey, grey eyes
Are the colour of the ocean
When it rains
And that of the sky when it is about to snow;
That ephemerally dull colour
Which cannot help but be pathetic fallacy.
And oh how I want to see something in your grey, grey eyes
But they are as hollow
As you feel
And I cannot look away.
Your grey, grey eyes
Beseech nothing,
Nothing,
Nothing at all.
-by holly boyd