It's a tiny little flame.
But for its size I suppose he's to blame.
He left it unsheltered from the cold harsh rain.
He left it open to all the blows and pain.
He didn't save it from her.
She caught it and caged it and made it tame.
She didn't know she had caught it all.
She didn't know it was her that caused his fall.
She didn't know she had caused him pain.
He didn't want her to know even if it cost him his flame.
He let her stay in an ignorant bliss.
While the pain made his flame sputter and hiss.
He stayed away and watched from afar as others tore at her heart.
And to others he gave his flame.
But they didn't try to make it tame.
They let it sit in the freezing rain.
And this flame of his it was called love.
And he did care for it without a doubt.
But he feared too soon someone would put it out.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Night and Day
ŞiirThese are poems I've written. Most of them are poems I've written at emotional times. It's not just love poems either although that is probably one of the main poem types. I just hope that someone can read these poems and take something away from th...
