it was a laying-in-grass night
nobody around except
the bottle in her hand
she looked into the sky
it was the
infinite stare of
intoxication
and
all you saw was
a star-drunk sky,
but her eyes
all too sober
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
