October 19, 2011
The candle light flickers on the walls
The shadows dance as if at a ball

I watch them. . . I see them. . . . I wish I were them

Being able to move about freely

Maybe id rather be a flame of love

The eternal flame that never fades or dies

As for the candles I watch slowly flicker away

Leaving me in the dark once more

Left with only memories that take the breath away

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