watch as the flame does it dance,
wishing it could soar away and change its serious stance,
it is tired of hurting so many people,
then watching as they shake and become weepers,
why did we even light these candles?
all we want to do with them is dangle them by their handles,
they can cause so much pain,
or give someone such a gain,
why we play around with these candles?
all we seem to do is continue to manhandle,
in the pit of its heart is fire,
a fire that can burn so dire,
why can't we leave these candles put?
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Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
