Friday, September 22, 2023

Not Nice

 A candle keeps me alive
a candle goes, you know,
as our lives and hopes
who I wish you were

how I wish you were her
am not nice in any sense 
of the word and still this 
hot candle burns
I've only been known
for my heat
only been loved 
for the heat that I bring

am not nice 
in any of the right ways
I devour my loves
and they always run away
I'm ok with these 
turning tides

not nice, have been known for 
quick desire
turn away when close to the fire
yet this candle still burns
whomever is in my room
my heart still yearns
for what I had with you.

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