The moth and the flameA Poem by LadySoDivineWe tend to desperately want things that pain us and kill us in the end.
Like the delicate dance
Of the moth and the flame You draw me in and drive me insane And I simply don't stand a chance. I flop my wings, desperate to escape Escape the heat before it hurts me. But without a doubt, I can clearly see The burning fire changing my shape. Even though it's dangerous, Regardless that it brings me pain, I return to the flame over again As if I'm trying to prove my braveness. But the fire casts me away, Every time that I come back. It rages and fiercely attacks And this dance continues almost every day. So when this dance finally ends, The moth can fly no more. His delicate wings are broken and sore As he lays on the ground and to the sky he never ascends.
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7 Reviews Added on April 15, 2013 Last Updated on April 15, 2013 AuthorLadySoDivineAboutHi there. :) I'm an 18-year-old girl and I simply love to write. I made an account here to hear some objective opinions on my writing and to share my thoughts with fellow writers of the world. I am a.. more..Writing
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