she had eyes that could hold you captive for years and leave you begging for more. the urge to explore every dream that has ever crossed their way, to drown in every tear that has ever swam under their lids, and to sleep in every vein that has ever touched them – was a wish no god could control. if you looked close enough, you would get carried away with the golden rays diving into the chocolate seas she hid inside – which is exactly what i did.
above all that, the sound of her laugh was enough to have you weak in the knees, trembling at her feet, for no angel was capable of playing a melody so soft and sweet. she was ethereal yet lethal – out of this world and out of anyone's reach.
the strands of her hair held the dark night sky and hugged the brightest shooting stars; for if you ever happened to have the privilege to touch it, it would spark an indescribable fire inside your veins.
but beware, those same honey eyes could shoot bullets your way, and that same magical hair could knock the air out of your lungs. that being said, you've got the biggest proof she's a goddess – a goddess of her own, unknown to the world, yet she seemed to have the whole world between her fingers. those fingers... those fingers that could melt your entire soul at her touch and revive it in seconds.
although, i doubt you could call her a goddess. no goddess ever looked – nor felt so heavenly. but one thing i knew i could call her was mine; for she was, and forever she shall remain.
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poesiayou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
