i am a phoenix, love
it is when i am weakest
when my wings turn to ashes
that i know i am reborn
it is when my flames look dull
that the fire inside me is strongest
she shrugs off the taunts thrown at her feet. she pretends the shackles never bothered her. she isn't crazy to call herself a phoenix, you know. you're just too blind to see her wings.
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Sugar - A Collection of Poems
Poetry"if i fed you spoonfuls of sugar would it make the bitterness in your heart leave" a collection. of poems. of stories. of poems telling stories of their own. [lowercase intended] x featured in @ec_poetry's Premium Books reading list x
