The way he moves
Reminds me of the sea
Steady and sometimes crazy
Never actually blue
His bright eyes
They're wild
Moving quickly
Seeing everything
Blue veins
Fill him up
His rosy cheeks are filled with blood.
When I see him
I feel warmth and the windy sky
Coming over to me
Hugging me tight
As if i was a baby's lost blanket
Found again
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
The way he moves
Reminds me of the sea
Steady and sometimes crazy
Never actually blue
His bright eyes
They're wild
Moving quickly
Seeing everything
Blue veins
Fill him up
His rosy cheeks are filled with blood.
When I see him
I feel warmth and the windy sky
Coming over to me
Hugging me tight
As if i was a baby's lost blanket
Found again
