Ever
wants to play mafia
- Pronoun
- ve/ver/it/its
Finally, poetry!
Sunlight streams through your hair
Turning it gold
Your smile lights the room
My head on your shoulder
Your arm around me
And I look at you
You smile at me
And in your eyes I see
Every word I've ever said to you
Reflected back at me
Here and now
In this golden moment
It's hard to believe that there is anything in the world
But you and me
Sunlight streams through your hair
Turning it gold
Your smile lights the room
My head on your shoulder
Your arm around me
And I look at you
You smile at me
And in your eyes I see
Every word I've ever said to you
Reflected back at me
Here and now
In this golden moment
It's hard to believe that there is anything in the world
But you and me