behind the boathouse in august,
he moves to her side.
she pulls away from the boy
with the violet eyes.
in his eyes, tinged in red,
like the sun that inflames above,
burning the land and sea,
scorching the grass and her skin.
then too, an intense blue
so wide and empty,
it rivals the deepest sky
that seeks to swallow the sun
within these colors,
a rush of purple springs forth.
as it surges, he leans forward,
to take the girl with his violet eyes.
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 9:41 AM UTC
behind the boathouse in august,
he moves to her side.
she pulls away from the boy
with the violet eyes.
in his eyes, tinged in red,
like the sun that inflames above,
burning the land and sea,
scorching the grass and her skin.
then too, an intense blue
so wide and empty,
it rivals the deepest sky
that seeks to swallow the sun
within these colors,
a rush of purple springs forth.
as it surges, he leans forward,
to take the girl with his violet eyes.
01:52 PM 8/12/05
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