Passing of the PhinoxA Poem by isiah_holmes
Follow me down, phionx bird Ignore all that you have heard Follow me, you will see Crimson trees where you will be Look to me, eturnal friend A box of feathers you should send Laugh at me, cruel instinct Drown me in your kind mystique
Downed in the dirt, make it hurt Fires rise, your demise Shed a tear, make it clear Your soul drifts, afraid of fear I have known, i have felt The snow you lay in starts to melt What i felt, what you meant Neive sins i won't repent I cant repent I won't repent Help me repent
Love, robbed from me My friends have seen This gentle bird turn to steam Lay her down, draw a smile To the clown, hide for a while Trophy bird, turned to wood Not if i could, but if i should
The phinox bird smiled up to the sky Watched his friends fly right by In the sun the bird will die
And im afraid my dear friend died today Apologize if i may What more should the sparrow say The phinox bird died today The crimson bird flew away Telling me its ok © 2013 isiah_holmes |
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Added on October 14, 2013 Last Updated on October 14, 2013 Author
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