Your eyes are rough, warm, divine
Close them, for a while
put out the fire in me.
Together we are brittle, new, fools
In heart, or my mind
the warmth it still lingers.
But when we reach the end
I'll close mine too; then we can be beautiful.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC
Your eyes are rough, warm, divine
Close them, for a while
put out the fire in me.
Together we are brittle, new, fools
In heart, or my mind
the warmth it still lingers.
But when we reach the end
I'll close mine too; then we can be beautiful.
