Library
Profile
He Became My Ode
He Became My Ode
1 min
194
A sky full of stars
But,
He is staring at me
He untied my hair
Let it loses with the wind
The black streaks flew into the air
His gazes praise me,
I wore them like a diamond
There is something about him
That calmed the chaos in me
His hand in mine hand
Gentle and mellow
No burden hold on tighter
When you say you won't leave.
He is not a poet, but he became my ode.
