A Taste of Reality

Her eyes are like fire
and her emotions rise like the pheonix
love forsaken and reviled
she cares not for anything

Her hair is like fire
one-night stand tousled hair
she puts on her face
and rises from disgrace

Her soul is like fire
too hot to stand too close
and yet the flames will die
will they rise like the pheonix?

By: Greymoon

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