You're the museum
I would want to exploreYou're the earth
I would want to live onYou're the comfort
Of a nightYou're the burn
Of a firefliesBut the beauty
Of stars .You're cold
As IceThe Eyes of
A perfect hazelThe self trust
So weakYou're tears
We're never seenBut I swear
I'm sure
They're boiling .You're the devil
But the angel .You do not care
Like living
Ain't
A
Thing.But each time I've look
Into your eyesI see a
beautiful
StoryThat you hide
Like imperfections