Saturday, 27 September 2014


You know.
You look at her as if she's magical
A creature of wonder
You look at her as if she could burst into flames
a Phoenix of your heart
You are fascinated and frightened
You know.
You feel the pull of the tide
The wake she leaves as she steps through your thoughts
You feel the warmth of her smile
As she brushes past you
You watch her, always
You know.
You wait for that moment
The one they write of in books
The moment before the flames and fireworks
You are always patient
You know that like a Phoenix
She must burn before she can be yours
She must breathe before she can fly
Because you know
You have the scarred lungs too.

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