She has her hips pierced.
One of them has left her skin but the scar still remains.
I Can see them, the ones glistening off her souls surface.
Ive found myself drowning in her seas.
Blue.
But not just any blue, the kind of blue that takes your breath away.
It can never be created nor destroyed, she is matter.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
She has her hips pierced.
One of them has left her skin but the scar still remains.
I Can see them, the ones glistening off her souls surface.
Ive found myself drowning in her seas.
Blue.
But not just any blue, the kind of blue that takes your breath away.
It can never be created nor destroyed, she is matter.
