Lirik Blueberry Eyes Novels & Stories

“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.

I stared at her blue eyes, they looked so puffy and round despite the traces of tears laced in them, I could swore these are the most beautiful eyes i had ever come across. She still stared at me with her tempting eyes, i couldn't help but stare at the qualities this little girl i had just met had. She has the most cutest blue eyes i had ever seen, that eyes, they were the first thing that captivated me making me feel trapped, i felt like i was just lost in it , my heart beat wildly as if i had just entered into a trance i would never be free from. I felt i could see her soul just by staring deep into her sky blue eyes, those eyes, oh , those eyes.

His hand is possessively on her stomach, gluing her to his front. Her eyes meet mine, and I have to take a few calming breaths to calm down my fucking dick that is threatening to join the show. "I have a new song for you tonight, Jellyfish." The crowd screams harder, but all I see are blue eyes and toned thighs, and my brother's hand. My fingers start strumming on my guitar. "This one is called Sky Blue."

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

My anger was brewing again. There was a spark of anger in his eyes. Even though he had blue eyes too, they definitely weren't like mine. His was the deep blue of the sea while mine where glassy like that of the sky. I could stare into his eyes all day long. But that wasn't my purpose right now.

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?"

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.