phoenix by h.e styles, london 1952
she was the sun of my life
a vast collection of stars making the night sky bright
she was my phoenix and she was mine.
moonlight, shining down her innocent face
reflecting her pure soul and her forest green eyes
she was my phoenix and she was mine.
she was odd, quite strange and eccentric
peculiarity at its finest but she was grand nevertheless
she was my phoenix and she was mine.
her words were nonsense, something I could not understand
but her heartbeat was something I happened to memorize.
she was my phoenix and she was mine.
but the end came when everything was well
I love you, she said and ran away
she was my phoenix and she said goodbye.
she faded into oblivion, somewhere I could not find
I love you, I said and the bullet collided with my heart
she was my phoenix and she will forever be mine.
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time travelling isn't possible, they said.
but when Phoenix fell into coma, she went back to 1952.
some say it's just a dream, but Phoenix knew it was real.
Phoenix knew he was real.
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1952 /h.s/
أدب الهواةWhen Phoenix fell into coma, she went back to 1952. Some say it's just a dream, but Phoenix knew it was real. Phoenix knew he was real.
