Inspired by a picture in Rossy's room. Turns out was a picture Tracy had drawn for her.
Some one has shown me which path to take,and has given me light to see.
As i travel they become lost, left behind at one of the numerous turns.
My candle is melting.
The very light which is so necessary to me is destroying itself in a waxy demise.
I sit,extinguish the light on my own will,
Saving what is left of it.
Now I will wait for someone else to come my way.
Give me light.
And maybe another candle.
2 comments:
There is a very good chance that you are the coolest 16 year old I know. :)
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