you have the voice of an angel.
oh, my love, your eyes:
they are oceans.
and if that is so…
i suppose i must be drowning.
and your black hair draws me in
like the depths of the night
god knows it was made to hold our secrets.
so run away with me now,
your pale skin fading
like a ghost on horseback.
we can be safe.
we can be free.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
you have the voice of an angel.
oh, my love, your eyes:
they are oceans.
and if that is so…
i suppose i must be drowning.
and your black hair draws me in
like the depths of the night
god knows it was made to hold our secrets.
so run away with me now,
your pale skin fading
like a ghost on horseback.
we can be safe.
we can be free.