At night the candles are lit
To scare away the darkness that blinds it
But when it's dark
And there's not a spark
Are you really blind
Because when you look inside your mind
You'll find true darkness awaiting there
You can still see without a match, but inside the candles gone out
YOU ARE READING
angsty poems i wrote like two years ago
Poetryjust some poems some are stories some are about my identity enjoy bud