They were the colour of the sea,
The colour of the sky,
The colour of berries,
The colour of his eyes.
They held depth in them,
So deep that I could drown in them.
Day and night I could stare at those eyes,
Which would stare back at mine.
They held emotions in them,
So many that I couldn't name them.
Was it love?
Was it hate?
Was it lust?
Was it joy?
Oh! How confusing was this boy?
All I know is whenever I look in those eyes,
I would forget which world was mine.
