I could have picked you...
Even in uncountable small stones in the streets,
I'd look for your color,
your purity,
your dust...
In every little flaw that schemes your figure,
I'd find a reason to love it wholly,
In the core of that iris,
I'd stare in close,
closer and closer,
till I lose myself deep,
deeper and deeper...
~Olga Divine
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
I could have picked you...
Even in uncountable small stones in the streets,
I'd look for your color,
your purity,
your dust...
In every little flaw that schemes your figure,
I'd find a reason to love it wholly,
In the core of that iris,
I'd stare in close,
closer and closer,
till I lose myself deep,
deeper and deeper...
~Olga Divine
