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A candle in my hands And I watch the panting flame I see her idly breathing Her heart pulsating Vigorously, her body Inhales the air of this deadened night A candle in my trusting hands I have been told my heart is on my sleeve She is aching She is sighing She is wandering What in the world have I done A candle in my sighing hands And the memory of that evening Kiss my thoughts A peck... And I see your strong jaw And eyes a perfect sight to find my gaze A candle in my forgotten hands I remember you gently easing my way On the dance floor Under the moonlight Under the sun's forgotten face As the darkness enveloped our skin A candle in my nimble hands And my hopeful eyes Stare in wander Stare in awe At the intertwining branches In your arms Muscled and toiled with strength A candle in my weak hands And I stumble Hold this candle With all the strength I can muster A candle in my terrified hands As you leave Footsteps drawn Ready to go My eyes screaming, my love Please stay in my sanctuary This haven made for you A candle drops from my weak, crumbling hands As my legs crash Like a thunderous wave To the platform Unraised... A flood plain Where the ruby bleeds Her reflected colours From the flame... A candle lies at my tip of my veiny, Shaking fingers And you are gone And the flame dances softly At the tender touch Of the Wind.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
A candle in my hands
A candle in my hands And I watch the panting flame I see her idly breathing Her heart pulsating Vigorously, her body Inhales the air of this deadened night A candle in my trusting hands I have been told my heart is on my sleeve She is aching She is sighing She is wandering What in the world have I done A candle in my sighing hands And the memory of that evening Kiss my thoughts A peck... And I see your strong jaw And eyes a perfect sight to find my gaze A candle in my forgotten hands I remember you gently easing my way On the dance floor Under the moonlight Under the sun's forgotten face As the darkness enveloped our skin A candle in my nimble hands And my hopeful eyes Stare in wander Stare in awe At the intertwining branches In your arms Muscled and toiled with strength A candle in my weak hands And I stumble Hold this candle With all the strength I can muster A candle in my terrified hands As you leave Footsteps drawn Ready to go My eyes screaming, my love Please stay in my sanctuary This haven made for you A candle drops from my weak, crumbling hands As my legs crash Like a thunderous wave To the platform Unraised... A flood plain Where the ruby bleeds Her reflected colours From the flame... A candle lies at my tip of my veiny, Shaking fingers And you are gone And the flame dances softly At the tender touch Of the Wind.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 1:13 AM UTC
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