june 10, 2014
his eyes are like grey marbles,
sprinkled with green ivy.
his hair is like sunkissed ocean waves ,
his hands are tsunamis.
he's beautiful and dangerous,
his hands leave the ocean screaming;
his voice ***** like the water hitting the shore
-it acts as a nerve, 'cause I can't help but smile.
when he sings he sings out of tune,
but even still the birds are in awe;
how can something so disastrous be so beautiful?
how can something so right be so wrong?
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
june 10, 2014
his eyes are like grey marbles,
sprinkled with green ivy.
his hair is like sunkissed ocean waves ,
his hands are tsunamis.
he's beautiful and dangerous,
his hands leave the ocean screaming;
his voice ***** like the water hitting the shore
-it acts as a nerve, 'cause I can't help but smile.
when he sings he sings out of tune,
but even still the birds are in awe;
how can something so disastrous be so beautiful?
how can something so right be so wrong?
(NJ2014) all rights reserved.
