hello you,
as my eyes burn to a red dust
my chest swallows whole
as you take my breath away
again

 

morning,
as my lungs explode
breathless and withered
its your voice that keeps me alive
once again

 

goodnight,
your nowhere to be seen
just a memory replying the days with you
and still you’ve become a part of me
no not again

 

get away,
before its an obsession
my hand in yours isn’t a symbol
its a life i want to live.

 

how do you make me feel the way i do?
and it just so happens to be the way i want it to be

 

 

 

Work Of Jeff Wong “Phoenix theory”