Her face got pinned down or locked up
Either way, she is on the tip of my eyes or the insides
Since the first time sky stopped raining on me.
To where I'll lost days and nights and forth.
Her soothing voice was all that echoed
Through this dead, rotten dark cave of mine.
Trembling at her wake
Tearing a hole
Flowing her light in
Pouring love
Out of her mouth.
She is a thunder, river and sun
Nature is in her eyes now mine.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
Her face got pinned down or locked up
Either way, she is on the tip of my eyes or the insides
Since the first time sky stopped raining on me.
To where I'll lost days and nights and forth.
Her soothing voice was all that echoed
Through this dead, rotten dark cave of mine.
Trembling at her wake
Tearing a hole
Flowing her light in
Pouring love
Out of her mouth.
She is a thunder, river and sun
Nature is in her eyes now mine.
