I read the letters but not the words,
See you point but don't see why,
Hear the silence not your stories,
Loose the truth and find the lie.
My eyes are open my mind is not,
I can't accept these "gifts" you brought,
I can't understand you words,
I just don't live in the same world.
YOU ARE READING
Words Of A Moth Drawn To Flame
PoetryMoths come and go, This one is lost so it stays, It talks to candles but not the moon, Lost in it's own creation's maze.
