The Story of Her.

Her Eyes.

Her eyes are more captivating then the deepest parts of the ocean, they are beautiful. So deep you could drown in them.

 Full of pain and sorrow but also full of life.

 So distant it feels like she is a mile away.

 So loving you can melt from their warmth.

 Her eyes blue like the ice in Antartica. Her eyes sparkle like gold in the deepest mines of the world.

 The blue mixes with grey to make a stormy day in her eyes.

 When she cries it looks like the ocean is flooding through her eyes and onto her rosy cheeks and sticking to her eyelashes.

 When she's angry her eyes turn stone grey, her eyebrows furrow, her mouth parts slightly and her hands clench into fists.

 When she's in pain she tends to hide it from us.