Ocherous flame dances the same
Flicker and untamed, gentle crackles, call a name
Myrrh scented candles illuminate the room
One last time always seems to soon
Auburn hair burned wildly here
Memories of a yesteryear
When they all finally burn out
So too will my heart melt like the wax
And into the dark with no whereabouts
To stop and relax
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
One last time always seems to soon, broken and bent and torn and bruised.
One last time, to taste the timid wine and scratch that itch that just won’t leave until relieved.
I felt you here and there and in between.
Waiting in candle lit rooms, echoes of memories and pinky swears, soft music swimming through the glowing candle lit night.
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this is such an inspiring piece
. I couldn’t help myself ♡ beautiful post!
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No the pleasure is mine ! Thank you for the wonderful comments :))
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🙂 any time 🙂 Thank you!
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