~Ocean Eyes~
If eyes truly be the windows to the soul, then her eyes are the ocean. Full of unknown. Slowly dying, from the pollution of lying. Deep in lustrous mystery, in the depths of what could be.
If love truly be the language of the world, no will love you as much as this girl.
The girl with Ocean Eyes and scarred up thighs. Broken again and again, to little surprise.
If lust truly be a deadly sin, oh what trouble this little girls in. Wandering lost in her own mind. Stumbling through this world so blind. How long will it take her to find, someone gentle before she runs out of time.
If depression truly be the worlds silent killer,...then silent it shall stay, until it kills her. Perhaps one day she will break free, but for now she is drowning, and the girl is me.
