Bruised Candle
What a fool, what a fool!
Said I am the candle to your world;
You’d lose sight if my fire puts off,
Would rather die than face this lonely world.
What a lie, what a lie!
Asking me to become your dreams,
To conquer all of your fears,
and better you, in your dreams!
What a fake, what a fake!
Telling me for make believe,
I am everything you’d ever need.
Wish you cared for everything I think!
What a game, what a game!
Fooling me to give up my light
So you could shine bright
and play my heart!
What a coward, what a coward!
Took my kind soul for granted,
Used my sparkle to be the candle,
Thought you were a noble.
Now, there's nothing left of me—
The bruised candle you set free,
The one who used to be the light,
Now glooming in your frailty dark.
BC. 04122019.
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