A tall purple candle, burning in a dark room.
Unaware of it's certain impending doom.
Lit for decoration, and nothing more,
Blown out by air from an opening door.
Purple wax drips down it's side
Leaking from the very inside.
Drying insignificantly without any fears
Beautiful, briefly used, lavender tears.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
