her eyes awoken to a blazing glory, competing with the light of the glorious sun
his hair drifting, with the wind of the leaves apart of his locks
her lips, glistening as if they were a pond of a million stars
his hands strong, meant to build a world
her skin dark, as a star-less night sky
his teeth white, clouds and dove feathers have blessed his heavenly smile
her mind, a twisting set of tracks with no design
his fists, angry and strong to hold the power of the universe
their lives, creeping and crawling and twisting and turning, never beginning, never ending
always going
YOU ARE READING
my outlet
Randomthis wont be anything for your enjoyment, really. i have a lot of things in my head, a lot of things that i bottle up. i write whatever i think in my head. maybe there might be poems, words, song lyrics, school-written stuff that i really like. idk.
