Gold
the gold in his eyes
pulls me in
and when I think
when I think
I'm about to fall in
smoky lashes close
and open
then
and then
I am pulled in again
and all is lost for me and I think
I think
I must flow with the golden undercurrent
or else
else
I might die because I can't breathe
when I am gasping for air trying to fight
the golden undercurrent
that continuously pulls me in
deeper and deeper every time.
Copyright of Chassidy Davis
About Me
- Angelic_Rebel
- I am a free spirit, a loner, great friend, a mother, wife, a romantic, a geek, an occasional athlete, a poet, a writer,a horrible chef, a self professed comedian... I am a chameleon.
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1 comment:
There is a sense of urgency and will to hang on in your words...
Golden eyes would be sexy i think ;)
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