As a fenix I shall rise And my wings on fire shall be as bright as the sun Nothing will be able to stop me Nor an army of titans nor an ocean And I will fly
this an old poem I forgot about, it is one of my first ever
I would write a poem on your skin long enough to hide your scars Deep enough to dig up all your loved ones and long forgotten stars Yet short as your fathers temper so you could feel the heat from the aftermath I would write a poem and hide on your path
Large moon, emanating light through the thin clouds, and eerie shadows cast all around. Enchanting, yet all the while haunting. Shining all through the night. Moon, so large, rising over all.