Candles upon a cake,
unsure what wish to make.
No one else I can ask,
deciding is my task.
I already have all I need,
wanting too much would just be greed.
Cherishing friends and family,
that are standing beside me.
This may sound a bit sappy,
but I want them all happy.
With a single blow,
out the candles go.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
