Novel & Cerita Lirik Blueberry Eyes

I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge.

She— She’s the blue of a lightning strike Of ink-stained dreams in the dead of night She’s the bruise I’d wear again The one who tore me open, then Blue like the ink that I wrote her in Blue like the bruise where I let her in Blue like her van parked under the stars Blue like the silence that tears us apart I never meant to say goodbye But she’s the best blue in my whole damn sky Yeah, baby, she’s my favorite kind of blue I’d paint her into every line Give up the name that’s meant to be mine Damn the plans, forget the cost I’d rather lose it all than feel her lost Blue like the ocean between my lies Blue like the truth behind her eyes Blue like her laughter tangled in sheets Blue like the lo

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

“Are you willing to sacrifice those berries for art?” “Art of digesting?” “Right,” she giggled, and then smiled at him, her eyes big as always as she looked up at him, having moved to his side. “Please?” “Alright,” he sighed. “What do you need with them?” “Could you maybe crush them in your hands?” “Why?” “I can see your hands in the moonlight with crushed berries,” she simply said, even though the picture in her head had come from a place of darkness and had so much more meaning to it.

They looked so soft, beckoning him to wrap them around his fingers. She lifted her lashes without a warning and made eye contact with him, causing all his thoughts to come to a jolting halt. The blue of her eyes struck him like a bolt of lightning on a clear day- he didn't see it coming. They were blue like the ocean. He despised the ocean. He wasn't fond of blue- the color signified misery for him. But, right now, staring into her eyes, he couldn't help but admire blue. Blue- the hue of her eyes. And so interesting that he felt this need to want to know more about them.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

A dangerous and exciting power. I found myself walking towards loud music and bright lights coming from a plain doorway. A sign outside read: BLUE EYES. I needed a drink to get the night going. As I walked past some big doors, the sound of drums filled my ears, I could feel the bass shaking the air. A brunette woman was sitting behind a desk just by the door. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to Blue Eyes. first time here?” the woman had a friendly smile plastered on her face, making me instantly relax too.

Cara offered and drag her reluctant sister out of the kitchen along with her. I didn't hear them go out, I didn't even hear the sound of the door shut behind them, all I could focus on was the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Her glasses hid just how blue and beautiful her eyes were. They reminded me of the sea. "Um... Hi" I said lamely as I tried to look away from her gorgeous eyes, but I couldn't. I've never really noticed just how blue they were. She didn't reply and just kept staring at me, so I went on "when did you get back?"

"Lavender's blue dilly dilly You are brave and your decisions are right, They have never known your fight, my baby. Don't worry about the darkness for your future is bright. If you're ever scared you close your eyes, You'll find me with you, oh honey, I promise everything will be alright Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, You are never on your own. Rest peacefully and carefreely, my dear. Your dark days will also be gone."

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.