There's an image behind the fog,

I can't make out if you

or something darker.

& the further I get the more apparent it becomes,

but I'm drawn to your shroud

of curious despair.

You're the hurricane that bound to come,

but instead of running,

I stay.

Cause you're my starshine boy,

with innocence on your eyelashes

as they brush against mine.

With your funky shirts

& constant guitar you seem

so simple.

But like the puzzle of us,

there's always something more.