The Phoenix Poem by Samantha Duran

hiding behind those deep brow eyes
i know what he really is
i know what hes really doing
i know that he cant be stopped

he is a phoenix
a bird with the skin of red flames
red, like the color of the heart i draw around his name

he comsumes me and devores me, till within him i lay
he keeps me close and askes me never to escape
i never try to escape i never will because within him where i lay
his heart lays too

he is a wild animal never can be stopped
he goes where ever he pleases
he does what ever he wants
he doesnt need anything or anyone, not even me
once its clear to him he leaves

and all i see are the ashes
i dont see the red
i dont feel the flames
i dont feel traped
i feel alone

i start to look around and look find the light, the light of another flame
but none are as bright as the one before
i go crazy living in the dark, till that day...
the flame appears

it is he

he is a phoenix
a bird with the skin of red flames
red, like the color of the heart i draw around his name

MARIANO3 i hate the ashes i hate the dark i love the flame