Her eyes are like stardust,
Wrapped in an indigo night sky.
On sunny days,
When the sun was real bright,
And her pupils got small,
You'd see the sea foam green,
Like ocean waves pounding up against a black sphere.
Now all I see are storm clouds,
Ready to poor rain down,
Into the valley of the ominous night.
Rolling and tumbling,
shattering with every shaky breath.
