Oct 06, 2015 10:18
There should be a word for the light in your eyes
As you tell me about your day
Or you need a poet who can describe the skies
That moment blue turns to grey
At the very beginning of a storm.
I need a word too for the fluff of your hair,
At the back where it's blonder than blonde
The word is between light and fair
It feels like the start of a song
Heard in the rain when the fires have smoked and gone.