Fog
You were a figure behind the mist
I saw you for the first time
and love pushed through.
I was behind the fog,
and you didn't see me
Until we both crashed unto each other's
Dreams and wishes
Twenty three
YOU ARE READING
Metaphors of an Alcoholic
PoetryIt's because you consist of a lot of metaphors even the greatest poets can't write down. You don't deserve to be written down after all, only loved because you are a metaphor yourself. In love or broken, these metaphors are perfectly fueled by alcoh...
