The Words I Shall Never Speak Your smile is a contagion that I crave to catch - I would be beyond happy if your joy were to corrupt the blood in my veins, changing the crimson to a shade of sunshine. You're the one whom I would etch giddy words onto a wooden desk for. The intangible touch of your eyes is enough inspiration for me to pen a river of syllables and phrases, each term yet another synonym for you. And, if I'm to be quite frank, I think I just might remember you for centuries.

Ocean Eyes I swear I saw the Pacific in your eyes, swirling with tender numbness - the lack of emotion that occupied your body's shell. Eye contact only chills me to the bone, the bluest shade of ocean causing my own to become waterfalls. It's all rather ironic, really - some sort of twisted satire - because your eyes are brown.