FlightA Poem by Allison PriceTo love means to fight, yet we choose flight.Standing before me Cloaked in nothing but glory Words degrade You cave Leaving without repairing A life no longer worth sharing Love means to fight Instead you choose flight Frail of heart Left to only fall apart Words with no action Keeping the sense of dispassion Detachment swells Soon the glory dwells In lost thoughts you live A heart you couldn't give © 2013 Allison PriceFeatured Review
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