September 30, 2004

Phoenix

You are my kleptomaniac, my control freak
You steal myself esteem
And turn my strengths into weaknesses.
Insomnia leads me into burnt out skies
Where I sit with you til morning
And watch the old stars die.
You blind me with your travesty
I canít help but cry incessantly
At the curses and insults
Falling from your mouth and lips
That I caress.
Iím waiting for you to destroy me
So that I can be reborn
And you will be my phoenix
That carries me
On wings of burning red
And takes me to a heaven
Where I can be free from all my imperfection

- 2 comments by 1 or more people Not publicly viewable

  1. Damn, Ms Read, these poems are good.

    03 Oct 2004, 13:27

  2. Why thank you Mr Carter :) Ally x

    03 Oct 2004, 14:04


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