Waning

At the touch of your hands
I light up like a candle
Burning intensely, hot and bright
Soon melting all over you
I eventually wane and sputter
Your wet fingers extinguish my light
You place me in the box with others
Selfishly saving me for yourself

Poem copyright protected and the property of Victoria Ramsey.

Not to be used without permission.

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s