I'm a moth flying in the night
Looking intently from left to right
Looking for a drop of light.
There he is burning like a million sun
I cling to him faster than a bullet of a gun.
Now he's all I think about day and night.
But he's too bright and he burns my wings
Now I have no choice but to hold on and cling to him.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Drops of Poetry
Thơ CaDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
