1 min readOct 10, 2019
Like a moth to a flame.
Our goals are like that sometimes.
Our love is like that sometimes.
Our lust is like that all the time.
We crave the warmth and the glow.
We chase the light instead of the snow.
We pray for hope instead of the heat.
Away from the cold , the dark,the devil.
But love survives all this.
When it’s ready.