She was once a candle
A calamity of waxy tears
Conformed to a glassy mind
Spilling as a breath stole her to waver in silence
Embracing a sunset of introspective sputters
Whispering upon the amber walls
A candle that can only burn through matches
Counterfeit shadows too massive for herself
She would thrive on whoever ignited the wick
Asking who she was to them
She was alive in fire but would blink away into depths
Always alone in a somber room while they left
She was a candle with a scent of her own
But her flame only shuddered in the moment
Until her own became the ashes that filled her mouth
Obsolete smoke whisking away her blaze
As she waited for someone else
Someone to see her charred form in that room
Because a candle without a flame
Was a girl without meaning
~ Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoesíaThis is a collection of my poems. It is filled with my emotions and profound thoughts of what I experience in the world around me. These are my nonsense verses.
