9/5/98

the flame


all these second guesses
on myself can't be
good for my soul
many disagree

i thought we had
something good to share
but now we rarely talk
and you couldn't even care

i greeted you always
you ingnored me completely
i greeted you harshly
and your answer came to me

as this candle flickers
you peacefully sleep
as the flame dwindles
my tears start to seep

electricity went off
lights are all out
you dream of her in the dark
while on paper now i pout
i doubted your love
i doubted your heart
we were never meant to be?
it was dead from the start.

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