Hair, like black rich waves,
Crashing against soft white shores,
I feel like a God looking down on his creation,
Far from above,
Fingers playing in the surf,
Thumb tracing the shore,
Eyes like emeralds gazing back,
As if stars had fallen to earth.
Kisses run along those shores,
Hours I could stay,
looking down on this beauty.
Amazed by those rose like lips.
This is were I want to be.
Nothing can compare.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
Hair, like black rich waves,
Crashing against soft white shores,
I feel like a God looking down on his creation,
Far from above,
Fingers playing in the surf,
Thumb tracing the shore,
Eyes like emeralds gazing back,
As if stars had fallen to earth.
Kisses run along those shores,
Hours I could stay,
looking down on this beauty.
Amazed by those rose like lips.
This is were I want to be.
Nothing can compare.