The Fog on Your Front
The key to us is never let anyone
know it's magic.
He was whistling words he didn't know
and getting mad at the others
for getting mad.
We could leave it left resolved
and you seeing the strings now;
never let us die
because this is the best I've got yet.
You kept eyes on my mind, monopolized;
and the sweetest taste of your breath
keeps me alive all night.
Through the fog built up on the windshield
I could see a perfect city skyline.
(and it just reminded me
of how beautiful you really are.)
-Joe Decarolis
