I don’t think I’ll ever grow used to your eyes.
The way they see into my soul.
Like amber pools, what mysteries have bathed there. Rinsing the deceit and lies that rise in my mind.
Emerging clean, new and ocean blue.
I never want to hide- but whisper the truth only for your ears to hear
I
love
you
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
I don’t think I’ll ever grow used to your eyes.
The way they see into my soul.
Like amber pools, what mysteries have bathed there. Rinsing the deceit and lies that rise in my mind.
Emerging clean, new and ocean blue.
I never want to hide- but whisper the truth only for your ears to hear
I
love
you
