Burn me
Moths don't often write poems
about the burn of the flame
But they worship the candle all the same
I'd be covered in soot
But my courage will not wane
Wax drippings would burn my foot
And I would savor the pain
Because I remember I'd do
Anything absolutely insane
If you were the candle
That I could not tame.
I would strap on wax wings
And fly towards the sun too
I'd leave my skin boiling
And the flames would burn blue
I thought Icarus an idiot
But I remember I'd do
Almost any stupid thing
If the sun were you.
- To you
YOU ARE READING
All Love Lost
Poesie"Love is not lost after it is given. I have given love and it has stayed and they have been grateful for it. If I have removed pain in any way then I know that I have not loved for nothing."
