I'm drawn toward him
Like a moth to a flame
He has the flame in his eyes
And I am the moth
Everyday the flame gets bigger
And the moth gets lost in the flame
The flame still burns bright but has to go
The moth looks everywhere for her flame
She looks in the forest
There are many other flames there
But those flames
Don't have the same sparks and perfection as her flame
She finds her flame again
And he keeps his moth warm
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The Dark Road Called Life: Poems
PoetryThese poems are how I feel in the moment. I know the first few absolutely suck, but the bottom ones would have to be the best in my opinion. I am open to criticisim and I hope you enjoyed your reading. Thank you! Bye!
