lover phoenix

been killing this bird for a long time now.

it’s been three years to be exact.

killed this bird three times out of three years,

and three times it rose back from the dead.

from the ashes of her love that i burned.

this bird just don’t die easy, i came to think.

her flight is hope as well as unrequited love.

from ” a mess of lovepoems “

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