Moth to Flame

Poetry Sunday

Poetry Sunday

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I curse the first time
I ever spoke your name
I was just a moth to your hungry flame

I remember bee-stung kisses
Your hand holding mine
Who knew eyes meeting eyes could stop time

But that was before
When I still believed
When I was just a fool still being deceived

Moth to flame
My world burned
You were never sorry and n…