IF I were a careless candle
From the flame
Of my own burning
I would set free
By my heated tongue
The liquefied rantings
Of my softened core
And for a fleeting moment
Touch with my vanishing heat
The exposed senses
Of those who seek my glow…
And just as my warmth were known
I would go cold
Returning to my hardened state…
If I were a careless candle
I would promise you light and warmth
And then go out and leave you
Cold…and dark…and hard.
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