Speaking to him
Tells me a story
About myself,
Which I have never read,
And sings me a song
Which I have never heard.
His voice teaches me things
I never knew I could learn,
And brings me ideas
I never knew I could fathom.
There is a light in my iris,
That brings out the blues of my eyes,
And the life to my face.
And it is because of him,
That I am inspired to breathe in deeply.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Speaking to him
Tells me a story
About myself,
Which I have never read,
And sings me a song
Which I have never heard.
His voice teaches me things
I never knew I could learn,
And brings me ideas
I never knew I could fathom.
There is a light in my iris,
That brings out the blues of my eyes,
And the life to my face.
And it is because of him,
That I am inspired to breathe in deeply.
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