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They say life is like a candle The years are the wax Time is the flame And wind is affliction, trying to dwindle your luminescence
A Beautiful smell dancing around the air resting in our souls and providing peace to our unsettled hearts. A smell that gives and gives, but scarcely do we see who has given us this gift.
Hot water deeper than the length of my hand. Three false candles illuminate the darkness. Like a dealer with cards Pandora shuffles.
Match strikes box Friction becomes flame Slowly, steadily The hand stretches to reach its goal. 1920s, New York A young woman,
Candles sit on the ledge, each prosperous flame unique, Talk, whisper, scream, and dance they do with unrelenting passion.
Pick me up When I feel down The rain pours Thunder in the background Lightening flashes Brightening a lamp lit home Candles going, crackling like a fire The smell of pine surrounding me with warmth
You cast your light like candles in the darkness, You love like a flame, Darkness cannot conquer you, No shadow can overcome you lighten rays. You insert your ignited incandescence into my icy heart,
Pain. Unhappiness. Hurt. Tears. Fake smiles. Hardened hearts. Words that sting like pin pricks. Accepting things that needs not be, Subsequently running back to those that cause it.
I sit by old candlelightin the dead of nightfinishing my workwhich has become an irk.Now I cravewhat is unattainable by day(unless you live in a cave).The succulent silence of slumber
A candle light How the fire roars so bright But as it goes through the night It begins to dim As the wind blows in every direction The future is grim But withstands every afliction
You are a sturdy candle. Melted wax in a glass jar. I am a smaller, more dangerous tea light, not prone to shatter, but capable of faster fire. Some days your light does not shine on me; the wick refuses to twist and melt hot wax in my direction.
Wicked wick-- Wicked world Oh how hot We smolder. Ready, Set, Go-- Off to the Race, We go-- Sweetly melting -- Gently dripping.
Swaying gently in the breeze, Giving gentle glowing light. Light me in a darkened room, Or light me in the dark of night.
Strike, ignition of a flame. Slowly growing, consuming the necessities to survive. Steady flaws, enjoyment, envy, engagement. Flickering, shimmering in the dark, dancing endlessly into the nights.
Sometimes it’s like I can still feel her little fingers Pushing their way through the monkey bars of her cage, Still feel the gashes she made trying to claw her way out.
Light gives the world Life. Darkness takes it all Away; People have them Both.