The fog
The fog blurs hurting minds
I'll walk toward the barrenness
With hopeful heart that knows what it won't find
A dog
A dog with puppy eyes
There's no hurting that you'll ever do
No harmful incentive to make me realise
You love like a man
That's the problem you have
I look to you like a star
Then watch you combust afar
And start reaching for the falling dust
But you're no phoenix
You are what you are
I look for you, follow your light
Moth to a flame in which I die
I am the moon, you are my sun
Reflective of fire you've become
You love like a man
That's the problem you have
I look to you like a star
Then watch you break apart
And start reaching for the falling dust
But you're no phoenix
You are what you are
You only are what you are
You just are what you are
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
