A Moth, am I.

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  • Confusion

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    This is a write about the confusion between old and new loves clashing.  The confusion one sometimes feels when an old opportunity becomes available, and how hard it can be to turn down.

    A Moth, am I.

    A moth, am I
    And you, my flame.
    Destroy me, you might,
    But I'll be to blame.

    Drawn to you
    This lovely vision.
    To touch your warmth
    As I've long invisioned.

    Burned once, I have been
    By your sweet kiss,
    Shall I never learn?
    You, I must resist.

    I feel my need for you tug tightly
    To place myself within your arms
    How conflicted am I
    Will I give myself to your charms?

    Is my will strong enough
    To flee from your fatal kiss?
    I feel defeat at your stare.
    So give to me, your firey Bliss.

    Just one last time.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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