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
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Written on 2010-09-02 at 18:25
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