You are both a blessing and a curse.
You have been both blessed and cursed.
My beloved,
You will be the fall of the men who disguise themselves as great
Watch as their golden feathers melt from the spots they have been glued to
Behold as they fall deeper for you and lead you both to ruination
You are adored by the terrible, sinful scoundrels, and nothing greater than that
But you will also be the one who shines the mirror to their own hideous reflections
YOU ARE READING
ashes and sunflowers
Poetrywords flow through the stream of my thoughts... the warmth of my happiness beats down on my garden, while the depression batters it like a winter storm. life is a wildfire...destruction and growth come hand in hand... through the ashes, my sunflower...
