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 Last Updated on July 22, 2014 Author
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