A candle is never quite the same,
after it melts with the beauty of a flame.
Emanating such blazing warmth,
enchanting in its glimmering form.
It's just like intimacy,
being known in vulnerability.
Being held in warm embrace,
as they gently stroke your face.
Soft kisses planted on your cheeks.
And the moment your lips meet.
Certain things I wish I never felt..
For once they are felt,
they are never forgotten.
And I am never the same.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC
A candle is never quite the same,
after it melts with the beauty of a flame.
Emanating such blazing warmth,
enchanting in its glimmering form.
It's just like intimacy,
being known in vulnerability.
Being held in warm embrace,
as they gently stroke your face.
Soft kisses planted on your cheeks.
And the moment your lips meet.
Certain things I wish I never felt..
For once they are felt,
they are never forgotten.
And I am never the same.
Desires once awakened cannot be silenced. They can be ignored, controlled, but the fact remains that, you know that they exist.
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