The cake is waxy
The candles burned
The chairs are dusty
And have been unturned
The clocks have stopped
the silence is still
The rooms lie barren
With a subtle chill
The halls are vacant
The walls painted black
No light shown
Not even through a single crack
Today's your birthday
But does anyone care?
To certain people
It's like you weren't even there.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
The cake is waxy
The candles burned
The chairs are dusty
And have been unturned
The clocks have stopped
the silence is still
The rooms lie barren
With a subtle chill
The halls are vacant
The walls painted black
No light shown
Not even through a single crack
Today's your birthday
But does anyone care?
To certain people
It's like you weren't even there.
For the greatest person I have had the privlage to know
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