The same old story through and threw.
You met me and I met you
I was alone in the dark
Looking for a spark.
Because my last fire burned through.
When the last you was threw.
I always hold on to an ember of hope
Like a life line rope.
I move on to the next wood that needs burning
Because deep in my heart is a fire churning.
That might seem discerning
But darling.
I'm only ever looking for you
And that is that one log who'll burn the whole night through
And the kind of flame that lights the night
The kind that blinds all evils from sight.
And you my love I think might
Be the one.
Who's worth my inner sun
So here we go it's begun
Please don't let this be a rerun.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the strange
PoetryA collection of poems that hit on the subjects of despair loneliness and isolation as well as multiple personality Please as always with all of my works keep an open mind and if this one isn't for you it isn't for you. Mmfwcl hope you enjoy :)
