Dec 2013
Her eyes like a maze, drawing me in.
Losing myself in the clear-blue caverns.
Paths branch everywhere,
Like a spider's thread weaved in ice.
I come-to and she's gone,
a chill left in her wake.
Losing myself in the clear-blue caverns.
Paths branch everywhere,
Like a spider's thread weaved in ice.
I come-to and she's gone,
a chill left in her wake.
