Writing.
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
In the simplest terminology.
Her eyes are thunderstorms.
Lit up like a red sky,
She sees storms as mountaintops,
That swoop and make her fly
Her heart is a lioncage,
Inside it we don’t know what roams free
She is everything I want though
All that I can see.
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