The Fog

And there's a darkness here
An evening haze
A fog rolls in
So he waits too long
Beneath their gaze
Of the stars looking down

And its comfortable
And its easier
Here its beautiful
Wrapped in this blanket

She can see it now
It sits on her skin
She can taste it now
On the tip of her tongue
So the lights are off
To be held in this darkness

1 comment:

pat said...

...the lights are off..