You see me as your light
the one that shines to be with you at night. I see me as a candle already down in half still wanting to give you light.
You gave me something, a purpose to keep living and it was more than enough to keep me going.
So if oneday when the flame burns out i hope you'll be grateful for what short life the candle had,
rather than dwell in the hope it might come back.
YOU ARE READING
bluer than blue
PoesíaWritten to create art out of life's bullshit, through ups and downs and everything in between. excuse grammar errors these write ups aren't made for an A+ essay they're made to express, inspire & impress, not to depress.
