Candle

Candle

We struck

a match

that lit

a wick.

A flame

that we consumed

in a moment stolen

from forever.

But now we

are just shadows dancing on

the cave wall

You and I.

By | 2016-09-15T03:28:41+00:00 September 15th, 2016|Bad Poems|0 Comments

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