He had wonderful eyes, Not the type which drowns you in, But the kind that make you feel more alive. The eyes that look cold in color, But deep inside, envelope you in warmth. They were beautiful, They made me feel beautiful. Beneath those eyes, lay emotions, Or the things never to have been told. Some fears? Regrets? The silence narrated stories, With the soft blue waves, ever roaring. Do they hold secrets? Dreams? Something imperfectly, perfect. I found a something, in the nothing. Something I want desperately, to hold on. Some fears, some tears, and illusions. To dive deep into them, I crave delusion.