viceroy phoenixesA Poem by Naomi Bowe
This society is obsessed with love, true love
And yet not enough know what it is. Some think they know Some will never know We raise it up high Hoisting it upon a pedestal Center of obsession It's when you love for all of them, flaws and all Because flaws are still part of who they are When you wish you could live in a snapshot of eternity It must hurt To be so much more than affection It has to consume you from the inside out and remake you anew Scorching out everything you are
Until you rise like a phoenix © 2015 Naomi Bowe |
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Added on March 1, 2015 Last Updated on March 1, 2015 Tags: love, heartbreak, life, romance |