RISE OF THE
PHOENIX
I’ve been beat down, battered and bruised.
I’ve been set on fire by my own heart, by my love, by the burning desire for
you that I can’t seem to put out. Like the song of the Sirens, you lure me in
day after day, fanning the flames of my love for you. One day, your song will
end, the flames will turn to embers and cause my heart to burn and smolder
slowly. When all that is left of me is a pile of grey, charred ashes, I will be
okay. I am a Phoenix; I will rise from the ashes and rekindle my ability to
give burning love to someone. But you…you will still be lonely, doomed to never
rise about your own ignorance, constantly looking for the next heart to put out
and never being able to rise from the debris that you leave when you’re done.
[This is an original work by Lewis
Tedesco. All materials are copyright protected. Materials, in part or in whole,
shall not be replicated without first the consent of the original author.]
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