Feb 2018
Your eyes are the same green-blue of the ocean.
Your smile, as warm and bright as the sun.
Your laugh as welcome as the crash of the waves.
Your hands the sand caressing my body
as I lay in your bed.
You are my getaway
And I never want to leave.
Your smile, as warm and bright as the sun.
Your laugh as welcome as the crash of the waves.
Your hands the sand caressing my body
as I lay in your bed.
You are my getaway
And I never want to leave.
Do you ever feel like there's a person that is your home? Like the one you want to go to when the world is crazy. They're your home. They're your getaway. They're your happy place, your comfort space.
