The Love Song of The Phoenix

She planned to sleep like a baby,
But, ended up writing his obituary.

In weighing the right vs the wrong,
She dissected thoughts of him all night long.

It could’ve been a shooting star,
Instead, she was left holding a melted chocobar.

Why do dreams always come with price tags?
Why is it that absurdity, and, pain end up together as gags?

Why is her truth someone else’s lie?
Why does it seem like her finger got stuck in the pie?

Like a bloody tooth hanging on the length of a dental floss,
She was scraped out of her shell, while he walked on with a casual toss.

And, now that peace has numbed the searing pain,
She seems disinclined to rise from the ashes again.

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About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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6 Responses to The Love Song of The Phoenix

  1. very contemporary! i like the way you have likened it to things of life.

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  2. TK says:

    can feel the pain and the chocobar πŸ™‚ .. and hope .. good verse.. lookin forward to next one

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  3. Amrita Ghosh says:

    Thanks TK for your continuous encouragement πŸ™‚

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  4. Rimjhim says:

    Rise from ashes..we all must..Great writing…keep it up!

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  5. Amrita Ghosh says:

    thanks rimjhim πŸ™‚

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