segunda-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2015

Eyes

Fingers dancing
Jumping heart
It's a bright light

It's dark now
And my eyes won't hurt

There's an ocean in your voice
The water to the unknown

The black eyes melting
The quiet universe
I don't want to move
This ship is just too calm

There's a beauty
In your melancholy
A poetic sound

I don't want to move.