She was fire
Beautiful and dangerous
So hot, she could burn me
But I could not resist,
Like a moth drawn to a flame
So, I let her costume me
Till I was nothing but ashes on the ground
-BlackBirds Diary
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BlackBirds Diary
PoetryI only find comfort in the books For in the chapters I find peace Here I can write my story Form my imagination Create my illusion It is more than just fiction It is my kingdom, my creation My freedom
