I yearn to touch the orange tips of the flame.
I wish to be warm like a fire,
warm enough for you to like me
I don't want to be cold,
because then i know you've blew me out.
I am a candle,
not a fire.
why do i pretend to be something i am not?
why can't i be perfect for you?
perhaps you don't like candles,
perhaps you don't like me.
maybe I'm not warm enough for you to defrost your freezing hands.
I'll light myself aflame for your cold skin to defrost to -
all in hope you'll finally find me perfect for you.
word count: 106.
YOU ARE READING
the dim flame of a candle isnt much but its still there.
Poésiehope you like it :3 also full permission to use this just please credit me ^^ (first post Thursday Sept 12th) (week 3-4 of 8th)
