You were a flame,
I was a fool.
Like a moth living in darkness,
seeing light for the first time.
Slowly I embrace your warmth,
letting you tear
my beautiful wings apart.
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Things I Wish I Could Tell You (Poetry and Prose)
PoetryI look at you with empty eyes from across the crowdy room. I never spoke when I was with you, and for a long time I hid from that quiet disguise. Little did you know I cried under the rain, and I sang with our song. When I'm alone I think of you, I...
