Like a moth drawn to the flame
What we are is just the same
Watching ourselves through a looking glass
I'm not sure if we will last
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Do you think there is a rainbow
After this storm, today or tomorrow?
Should I hope? Because I don't know
Maybe yes, maybe no
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Like the icy frost during winter
It felt good but at the same time bitter
Then the sun will come and it turns into mist
The nostalgic chill makes my breath hitch
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The fire we have gives us warmth
To shed light where the dark comes from
But it also burns us at times
When we forgot the heat and crossed the lines
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Sometimes I see how we struggle
To get away from all the hassle
But like magnets we always come back
An invisible force that always attracts
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We speak with our mouths
And listen with our hearts
Crying out to let us in
But we got ourselves denying
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The moth flies closer to the flickering light
Ignoring the risks, entranced by the sight
No matter how many times its wings got singed
It always comes back undeterred and determined
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As with everything in this life, it must end
It is impossible, no longer can pretend
When it got closer and fire finally caught its wings
It consumed the moth as it fell down crashing
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It probably didn't make sense to others
To risk getting hurt to get closer
To that something the heart yearns for
We get closer even if we suffer
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After we are burned like the moth
And all that is left were dust
We still say it is worth the pain
They wouldn't understand but I'll do it again
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Because they only see from half the looking glass
On the other side, it might seem things won't last
But here on my side it meant everything
Because I rather love and get hurt than feel nothing
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Letter of Poems
PoetryPoems I wrote when I have inspiration, in the mood, or when I have some free time. Just sharing them and I hope you enjoy them.
