I lit the candle of life,
Invited the fire to a dance with me,
And held it around its waist.
We danced until midnight.
While we did our steps,
She whispered into my ears,
"You'll get burned, let go of me."
I kept holding on.
And told it,
"You are slowly untying my skin from its tangled scars and troubles.
So keep on searing my skin,
Until you have burned and sealed the void in me."
My legs stopped moving,
the stearin sealed my feet,
And the fire trapped me.
I couldn't move away,
instead of sealing my voids,
It burned me to ashes.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
