There was something about his eyes.
I swear, they contain the skies.
They haunt me.
Clouding my waking hours,
raining on my subconscious,
sunlight streaming through
pale translucence.
There was something about his eyes.
I swear, they contain the skies.
They haunt me.
Clouding my waking hours,
raining on my subconscious,
sunlight streaming through
pale translucence.
