Phoenix


crying doesn't help a soul
only letting part of your soul out frets the future
I am greedy with hope that I'll find my way home.
Seems like the sky is only a fan of my skin
burning me and darkening my complexion,
on the outside I am a fool of grief
on the inside I am a phoenix-
rising like my radiant friend.

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