Friday, August 27, 2021

A fly

I wasn't standing for you,

You flew to me. 

I wasn't glowing for you. 

You fused to me. 

I warned you with warmth.

You drove around and sync.

I wanted you the far the most. 

You dropped in and settled.

I shoved you with the blaze,

I shooed you with glaze.

I burnt your wings at the close.

Where I feared that loss!

Where you dashed in ash!

Here, I melt again.

Again, it wasn't for you.


-And a candle

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