Her eyes were like a spring of water in a drought.
Calming hopeless situations no doubt. Down came her rain and my joy would sprout
and away went the pain I'd been trying to drive out.
One look into them and I was sucked in, like an object in quicksand but not suffocating.
How could I? When her eyes traced the galaxy
That led me away, away from tragedy
Her voice was like rushing waters,
flooding me with herself, wave after wave overlapping my ability to keep up. sweeping away my doubts,
leaving all my insecurities foaming at the mouth.
And as I drown I feel secure
The melody in her tone says it all
That I'm perfect, perfect for her
This, to me, is no comfort small
With ifana8
