All the parts of space
seem to rest in your eyes,
like when you breathe
the universe pauses
and sinks in and out
with your
chest.
You have bags
under your lashes
like the shadows that linger
on cold pavements
under streetlights;
yet somehow
you still
shine.
There is still a spark in you
that lifts every soul
you encounter,
no matter how dark
you may feel inside.
Like a candle
on a broken window sill,
you bring
hope.
These black nights
will not be
forever.
The sun rises and sets
everyday
and you reassure me
that rain brings
rainbows.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
All the parts of space
seem to rest in your eyes,
like when you breathe
the universe pauses
and sinks in and out
with your
chest.
You have bags
under your lashes
like the shadows that linger
on cold pavements
under streetlights;
yet somehow
you still
shine.
There is still a spark in you
that lifts every soul
you encounter,
no matter how dark
you may feel inside.
Like a candle
on a broken window sill,
you bring
hope.
These black nights
will not be
forever.
The sun rises and sets
everyday
and you reassure me
that rain brings
rainbows.
