I Still Believe In Love by Joseph Soto

Dragging our feet through the mud

I can’t see it, but I can feel it

Every step a little harder as I strut

But I can’t see it

it’s like I’m blinded by your gentle touch!

Goggle’s fogged up!

or is it the dust that’s settling as we give up!

Maybe it’s just mist from the steam as the sun beams on our lust!

I wanna believe it’s love;

But love will let my hand go before letting me get my feet stuck in mud!

Love will clear my goggles so I can see where you yearn to be is no good… for me!

LIFE IS POETIC 🗣️💪