I am like a moth
which is attracted to your flame.
I know that I may get burned,
and I know that I could even die.
But still, I am drawn towards you.
I don’t know what the future holds;
all I know is that I’m sick and tired.
I’m studying today, but my soul –
it’s overflowing, darling.
I’m sure you can sympathise.
My lips are twitching from the stress.
All they want to do is kiss you,
over, and over, and over again.
Forgive the cliché,
but I desperately want to see
a low moon caught in your tangles.
I want to grow with you.
I want to watch you grow.
Don’t ever scare me again.
Don’t ever break your promise.
I mean it when I say I couldn’t take it.
I couldn’t take it.
Reviews
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I like the way you have written this. It has a kind of hopeful desperation about it which fits the title and subject well.
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Anything but cliche'd, actually...
...and it's been lovely to read your new page, maybe it's been up for a while and I haven't seen it before but I think it's a super insight into your taste and process.
Love poems lend themselves to cliche' but even mentioning the moon as you do is fresh.
I enjoy your work always, good luck in Namibia no doubt you'll return home with much to write about.
Best
RA
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Thank you very much, and I'm glad you enjoyed reading my new page. I revamped my profiles when I made a Storywrite account.
I am absolutely positive that my African experience will give me much to write about, too. I will be keeping memoirs, of course.
Take care.
Sam
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Definetly not cliche. Starting it out with the moth to the flame, I really liked...real love, needing them so bad is like that...you knwo you could get burnt, die but still it doesn't stop you.
Everything about this piece is perfect in my eyes.
Cindy
kuranui
May 12
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