Grey Eyed Beauty

There were oceans

In the grey pools of her eyes.

Whether reservoirs

Drained through tears

In the darkest of nights,

Or whirlpools

Designed to suck me in

At the slightest of glimpse,

I’ll never know completely for sure.

But there are oceans,

In the grey pools of her eyes.

Where I’m swimming in circles

Desperately trying to stay afloat

And where I’m overtaken

By the overwhelming feeling

Of letting go

And I wonder what it would be like

To drown within her ravenous storms.