she had her eye on the prize
her heart set for one goal
she was looking for something
to save her soul
like a flash she was there
gone with a blink of an eye
all they want to know now
is whether or not to cry
where did she go?
where did she run?
maybe like Icarus she just flew
a little too close to the sun
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
