I can't help but stare at you.
When your eyes are galaxies, kaleidoscopes of swirling warmth that draw people in, pulling them into your gentle orbit.
If you wanted, I'm sure you could destroy every little planet in your galaxy, in your web.
If you wanted, you could pull me in
you could form me into any shape you wanted and make my every thought those galaxy eyes.
If you wanted, I'm sure you could destroy me.
YOU ARE READING
words for when the sky is blue
Poetrywelcome to the inside of my brain welcome to my ramblings and emotions and the stars and blue galaxy hands and open hearts beating on tables and the scent of rain my brain [featured by @hepburnettes]
