Imperfect specimen (poem)A Poem by Alaska
So I’ll dance to you like a moth does to a flame,
you keep burning off my wings, and leave me barely crawling away… Burning up, crashing down, even when you tried to catch me, I fell right through the net, which I wasn’t sure was even meant to catch as much as captivate. I’m an imperfect specimen that you became bored of studying, write me off in your book- Another number for you to tally. You plucked my wings off like a child does petals off of a flower, leaving me on “she loves me” before walking away from the carnage. © 2011 Alaska |
Stats
224 Views
Added on June 6, 2011 Last Updated on June 6, 2011 AuthorAlaskaSunnydale, CAAboutMy name is Stephanie Lynn. Like the tragic phoenix, I am a creature of self-destruction. Writing has become both my only source of salvation, and my inevitable demise. more..Writing
|