"I Wanted To Talk"
it took me years
to understand
that the more
i try to settle her flames
the bigger her fire grew.
and the more i tried
to control her;
the further i pushed her
away.
and when she was finally
gone,
she left nothing behind.
and for some reason
i still thought of her;
i still hoped
that maybe somewhere,
someone had found her
and has finally
learned
how to set her heart
free.
YOU ARE READING
BLACK BUTTERFLY
PoetryI recently went to a bookstore and decided to write down it's poems: by ROBERT M. DRAKE. BLACK BUTTERFLY.
