Ocean Eyes Lyrics Novels & Stories

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,

"Below the surface, Lie the answers you seek, Turn your stare to the water, Call on your soul to see..." I watch in agony as you look toward the distant sunrise. The soft morning light gently caressing your handsome, weathered features. The breeze pushes your unkempt, ebony curls from your face and I see the hope flash in your ocean eyes. I lie in wait, willing with all my might that you will look down, that you might see...

Peter just nodded in agreement and West smiled at him. Slowly, they started moving, finding the right rhythm and when they did, they started swaying along with the music. (Song playing: Ocean Eyes) They're both staring directly at each other' eyes. It seems like Peter forgot about the people around them. It’s only West that he can see. Only those blue eyes. The stars above them are also dancing with the night clouds. West's hand feels cold against Peter's warm one. He's gripping to Peter's waist, hand perfectly fits, as if he owns Peter. Peter gulped as he examined West's face.

Does he see the love he feels for her pouring out of them like the way her shooting star arched and landed in the night sky? I can't speak for her, but I can see the way her blue eyes draw me in like the tide on a full moon and I can see the adoration that seeks for nothing but love right back. And I do. I love this girl more than the ocean loves its moon. She keeps me moving, keeps me from pulling myself back under to the place inside my head that would surely drown me. And because I must see those eyes with my own, I keep mine open for the rest of the night because I don't want to miss a single second when I get the view of her.

What did I do to deserve this? I tried all I could to come up with an identity but I couldn’t put a face to it and that scared me more than anything. Because how do you fight something you can’t even see? A soft sound pulled me out of my thoughts. Ocean was back. He didn’t say anything at first, just walked over then he knelt in front of me. Slowly and gently, his hands came up, pulling mine away from my face. “Hey,” he murmured. His thumbs brushed under my eyes, wiping away the tears I couldn’t stop.

Eyes 🎵🎶 Like a sunrise🎵🎶 Like a rainfall🎵🎶 Down my soul🎵🎶 And I wonder🎵🎶 I wonder why you look at me like that🎵🎶 What you're thinking🎵🎶 What's behind🎵🎶 Don't tell me🎵🎶 But it feels like love🎵🎶

"I am not Winter. August, look at me. I'm Spring. Open your eyes and look at me!" ​The scream tore from my throat but it was immediately swallowed by the indifferent sigh of the receding tide. I cradled his face in my left hand, silently begging him to look into my eyes, to see the woman who had just dragged him out of the jaws of the ocean. ​August’s eyelids fluttered. For a fraction of a second, the pale light of the rising moon caught the glazed surface of his pupils.

His eyes stayed locked on me as if this was for me and me alone. Oh, oh, oh Sweet child o' mine Oh, oh, oh, oh Sweet love of mine She's got eyes of the bluest skies As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide And pray for the thunder And the rain To quietly pass me by I thought of the moments over the last few months where he padded away fallen tears, when I saw my own pain reflected in his eyes.

The black shiny cloudy hair of yours, Please honor me by showering them with rain. The deep ocean pearl eyes of yours, Can't wait, please let me dive into them. You are my destination, You are the one. I am here Moonlight; to you, for you, with you, There is no other place on the planet, I want to go or I would choose to go. You are my destination, You are the one. Yes, baby, You are the ONE; the only ONE..... ______________________________________

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.