Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2020
you put out my light,
with your thumb and forefinger

so i took a match from the box
and watched,

waiting
and waiting,
for a yellow flame to erupt

but the light
no longer existed
Written by
altair  17/F/outer space
(17/F/outer space)   
  332
     ---, Eloisa, Aladdin Aures H, No Nahme, --- and 4 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems