Phoenix

When you called me a liar,
you set my heart on fire.
And when you said I matter just as much as lead,
you dropped my heart into ice.
But out of my ashes
Like a phoenix I'll rise

Don't smirk
you didn't beat me down
Though my heart bled
and my eyes wept
slowly but surely
i'll jump off the ground.

And at the end of it all
you'll just be left grovelling in only the stains of my hurt




Poetry by karmic justice
Read 767 times
Written on 2010-09-02 at 18:25

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text



John Ashleigh
Metaphorically powerful, and potent. I'll have to bookmark this. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-26