Love Me Like Fog

Love Me Like Fog

love me 

like the fog –

like the fog 

loves december –

for the winter 

gets blurry 

and it's hard to remember 

 

hold me 

like the fog – 

like the fog 

holds the town – 

although i 

may not see you 

let me know 

you're around 

 

run me 

like the fog – 

like the fog 

runs the hill – 

wait for me 

to collapse 

from the great 

northern chill 

 

then cut me 

like the wind 

slicing through 

the gray sky 

 

disappear with the fog 

with no merciful 

goodbye. 

 

 

Written.ioche

VT

16 years old

GertietheGremlin

VT

15 years old

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