You love sculptures.
Which I always found ironic.
As it's quite clear
You were chiseled from something divine
The magnum opus of some artist long ago passed.
Your lines like the cosmic waves of a million galaxies.
The burn in your eyes
Hotter than any star.
The brightness of your smile drowns out nebulas.
Your words fill the vacuum of my space.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
You love sculptures.
Which I always found ironic.
As it's quite clear
You were chiseled from something divine
The magnum opus of some artist long ago passed.
Your lines like the cosmic waves of a million galaxies.
The burn in your eyes
Hotter than any star.
The brightness of your smile drowns out nebulas.
Your words fill the vacuum of my space.
Space love galaxy beauty
