it's too obvious.
the way those eyes looks at me;
is like using a binocular
to find a whirlpool galaxy
i know, and no need to remind me
it's too obvious,
you don't need a piece of me
yeah, a whirlpool galaxy
we're winding in a central point–
a spiral getting away
from each other...
getting away,
our consistency
YOU ARE READING
To the Moon and Back
PoetryCollection of my poems and night thoughts that I wrote together with the moon and coffee.
