Candle
Like heaven on the ground you are
But you're burning
I'm sorry for all your scars
Please stop pretending
They don't hurt you every night
When you fall fast asleep
Dad, you are my light
But don't burn too much for me
I hope that I end before you
Being helpless hurts so bad
I hope before we both end
I give you all your light back
Oh my love, I can't handle
Standing uselessly
While I watch my favorite candle
Burn itself for me
I'm sorry I'm too awkward
I'm sorry I'm too shy
I'll hate myself forever
If I can't give you my life
Lara Houssami
6-21-2020
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
