when the honey dripped
we smiled
yet as always we knew they were there
the guns pressed dead to our chests
this is why we stayed
for fear of the ghost of those bullets
yet again we swore it was love
and refused to admit to the guards
that we may be our own threat
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The phoenix is a songbird
PoezieThese are my favourite poems from my book The phoenix is a song bird, they are split into three sections with the overall theme "rising from the ashes" Im posting them here to see peoples reactions and gain some feedback before I attempt publishing...
