The Fog

make it whatever you seem it to be

Your figure is thick, its bold and beautiful

The beauty of your look has me amazed of your stance in life

I wish to walk through your presence once again to feel familiar with your love

As the night skies shines the constellations to those at the lake, you block me from seeing them too

My figure of imagination tells me that you are either caring for me or haunting me

As the birds sleep nestled in their homes cuddling their young, I too wish to seek the bosom of your chest, the beat of your heart, the love in your veins

I dread the next time you leave me, for I will fade into the dark with the rest of the world

I will no longer exist, no longer being a somebody

I will no longer be the rock in the puddle, or the arrow to your cupid

Though the days I dreaded you surrounding me with your fog, I miss it, it clings at my soul

For when the final minutes pass us and you tread on to the next lucky fella,

I will remember the feeling you brought me, the covering, the constant reminders of your meaning

It is you that I will wish upon when seeing those stars in the summer time, for those constellations will be the mapping to your heart.

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

such an emotional heart tugging read