by Sassy Poet
I would have never lit that candle
Opulent in its decor
Sitting alone in splendor
But asking all the while
Why not? Why me?
Let me shine and breathe and move
Let me flicker and pulse and groove
I am pretty but I burn.
Actually
The longer I burn, the prettier I get
She says with flirtatious pride
Her beauty trapped inside.
And even now, early on
I see her beauty and sense her song.
It's coming.
I'm glad I lit that candle.
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