The Moth

by uchidechi   Oct 25, 2004


Every time she walks away
in darkness, alone, I die.

Whenever she decides to stay
in sunrise, reborn, I lie.

Flapping my fragile wings
in a time-loop, forever.

Searching for the light of kings
in despair, never.

I'm the best at what I do
time and time will see me through.

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