Short and..

Short and..

A Poem by David Tiger Arizmendi

I was a moth to your flame and like most moths I got too close; stayed for too long.

Even now as I lay here burning alive I still stare up at you with such wonder.
You will never cease to be beautiful, and me just another corpse.

© 2014 David Tiger Arizmendi


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Added on July 22, 2014
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