He hangs the moon in my eyes
And the stars on my skin.
He lights the fire in my heart.
He makes my eyes into waterfalls.
His voice makes my arms into mountains.
He makes my breath the shallow sea.
He makes me the earth,
While he is the sun, far away never to me touched.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoesíaPoems that I just kind of put together, I update slowly, I just kind of randomly publish all the ones I save up.
