the depth of the ocean
in your eyes
the hopeless shipwreck
in mine
the shooting stars
in your eyes
their perfect night sky
in mine
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
Shipwreck in your eyes
the depth of the ocean
in your eyes
the hopeless shipwreck
in mine
the shooting stars
in your eyes
their perfect night sky
in mine
