Hands like an ocean
Soft and cold
The greyest of greys and the bluest blue
Those eyes. Her eyes
She is the definition of poetry
She is the type of girl everyone on Tumblr writes poems about
A girl with a story
I feel blue I feel blue
I feel the waves washing over my skin
Like if the tide pulls back, I'll be left feeling numb
And empty
Like a clam without a pearl
So calm and relaxing
Her laughter is thunder over the waves
Her eyes so firey, the lightening.
She is the reflection of a mirror
As if looking down meant you could enter into a whole new world
One where you ruled.
The saltwater taste off your lips when you kiss me
So defined so sharp
The vibrations of your voice are the most melodical sound I have heard
The sound of you breathing
Of you saying you loved me
And I realized then
That maybe our life is like acid
We create this own reality of ours with the wrong perceptions
But the world is just.
Nothing is real and we are just sitting in the bathroom
Nothing is real you never said you loved me you left
I'm just sitting in the bathroom with my best friend but i would rather be in your arms and you telling me i am safe and that everything will be okay.
