Your touch is like the warm flame of a fire,
Your eyes sparkle like the crackle of the flame.
Your hair long and wild, unkempt but still beautiful,
My darling you are a Phoenix, for everlasting.
Strong and rare, birthed from the ashes of your past.
You are like the grand bird, loved and cherished by many.
Your voice filled with years of knowledge and ideas
My love, you glide through the rooms of this house.
You leave your feathers of love everywhere you go.
Your eyes hotty but caring, the eyes of someone familiar.
You look as though the gods themselves blessed you with eternal life.
My Phoenix, you warm my heart and soul.
You remind me of memories I did not know I forgot.
And once your flame starts to die out,
You shall rebirth from the ashes,
And bless me once again.
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The Song of Whispers
Poesíaa collection of poems written by me and my friends. TW: suicide, self-harm, EDs, Grooming, Rape, and topics similar. I am not responsible for anything that might happen to you during or after you read this. You have been warned.
