"She was like a candle in a closed glass jar. Beautiful to the world outside, but dying silently inside."
See that little flame there?
Flashing, flickering.
See that little flame there?
Uselessly struggling.
It once wanted to explore the world
So mysterious, inviting
But then it came to the realization
The pretty cover but an illusion
'Cause life is not a fairytale
'Cause life can be a living hell
Did you think life let it go that easily, pray tell?
Did you think life would offer mercy?
'Cause life is not a fantasy
'Cause life is more treacherous than that
It underestimated life's craftiness
But too late, into the devil's snare it treaded.
See that little flame there?
Slowly, gradually, dying.
See that little flame there?
A last, precious breath it's taking.
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Solivagant
Poetry||Solivagant (adj.) Wandering alone|| Thoughts while daydreaming in solitude. Speculations immersed in water. Imaginations left in the clouds. [Although it might not be the best, please give it a chance and feel free to give comments! :)]