I'm a burning candle in a dark room in winter
Sharing my warmth and light;
Why won't you share your warmth too?
The winter chill assaults the skin and senses,
Abuse lingers bitter on the tongue;
I know of the cold outside.
Rugged up you brace to face the tempest,
A foolish walk to make;
You said so yourself.
And so as you leave through the door the wind rushes in to blow me out.
I'm insignifigant. A smoking wick.
Until you stumble back in with tears frozen in your eyes,
You're pale, shaking, cold;
I promised myself I wouldn't be lit.
You struggle with the match and soon I am alight again,
Sharing my warmth, wrapped around you;
"He didn't deserve you anyway"
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