CANDLE
You were my candle;
You lit my world,
By destroying yourself.
And in the end,
Your last flicker of light diminished.
Taking all my secrets and pained with you.
So I would not suffer.
But by taking away my pain,
You turned me into a blank canvas.
So that I could paint myself,
With new shades given by you.
This is not at all impressive, but I just really like the first three lines, and that's the only reason why I posted this poem :)
-A
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Bruised Melodies
Poetry"A place where jaded souls, Dance to bruised melodies, Is where you'll find me." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The poems in this book can...
