You Are the Flames and I Am the Smoke
a voice like fire
steals oxygen from
unsuspecting victims.
i do not want
this voice
to make me fall.
you will get sick of me,
for i am just a bunch of
secondhand smoke that
forms pretty words
in the air.
you are not just fire
but light, on the darkest
and scariest of days.
i would be lost without you.
and you are the song
that makes me feel like home.
i do not know what i would do
without you.
steals oxygen from
unsuspecting victims.
i do not want
this voice
to make me fall.
you will get sick of me,
for i am just a bunch of
secondhand smoke that
forms pretty words
in the air.
you are not just fire
but light, on the darkest
and scariest of days.
i would be lost without you.
and you are the song
that makes me feel like home.
i do not know what i would do
without you.