If you open you eyes,
And I'm gone,
It means you've read my poem.
Perhaps, now,
You feel the flame I swallowed.
And it heats intensity back to your eyes.
So much so that the Ocean is
Sufficient, far from the lowest choice.
I think you'll find, however much
That I am gone.
You'd see me
If you listened to our song.
But it sears you too,
Doesn't it?
The cool disinterest in your speckled eyes!
Can they steal away the fires of
Hope,
Or redemption
Chasing themselves around your heart.
That aqua color couldn't save me...
Still, I'll rise in the flames, none yours.
My fire.
So should you fear passion
Of my own?
passion is like, a hard topic to write about, because it is so done so much. it comes down the approach, i feel, you approached this in a self-examinatory manner -~- makes it stronger. Intense. love, Sus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, I like the phoenix analogy