All the pretty girls,
With pretty eyes and smiles
Eyes of the cyan sea and lips ruby
Flaunting and golden hair glistening
They're beautiful, really, but not what I wish to see
Behind the flaxen sea, is a sight that intrigues me
Dishevelled locks, as dark as can be
Pale skin, upon which constellations roam free
A cool azure gaze that enthrals me completely
So deep, the ocean jealous
Only this time,
I'd drown entirely
Willingly,
for eternity.
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𝙻𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚎.
Poetry// (n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort. POV of a boy/girl/non-b
