Biography of Silverinna Annastasia
I became a poet when I was just a little girl. When I learnt more about words I mixed them with my feelings and some people say they are beautiful. And I hope they are.
Loving you always hurt me, but I could never stay away.
At first you pushed me away, but then you opened your arms to me.
It was easy, at first, because you let things sway.
But your true colours began to show and now I see.
You are the flame, and I am the moth.
Your flames were the brightest and I became your attraction.
I became your small, defenceless moth.
And I was too slow for a reaction.
I burned in your fire.