I'll write about your eyes until my fingers bleed,
They are deep blue and filled with waves,
Currents built of currently constructed colours,
The skin of your face like tiles around a pool,
I'll go swimming in them everytime we talk,
Does the nightime cry when it sees your closed eyelids?
Does it wish for its own defeat so they world can see them once more?
The reflections of the sun cover them like passing clouds float through the sky,
Ill go swimming in your eyes and I'll drown.
YOU ARE READING
words
PoesíaPoetry and thoughts and stuff I guess it's more for me to write down But you're here So feel free to read
