You laugh Matilda,
And exhale pink champagne
Where ever you go.
you keep 14 candles in a box,
and cry every time you see them.
And cry every time-
every time in candlelight.
You say, you advise,
Speak in only wit,
or with your eyes.
It’s because your thoughts are always murderous.
You wear a paper bag,
But don’t be silly dear. It’s an evening gown.
It’s an evening gown, and you
Waltz,
And you waltz.
And all you leave behind
Is the smell of pink champagne
And an empty box
of candles.
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I'm not quite sure I understand, but it is an amazing poem. I believe there's a reason for having the 14 candles in the box, and then at the end it's empty? It's a very nice poem though. Despite my inability to grasp that part. Good job ma'dear.
Life be blessed♥
Brandy -
i love it...its amazing...
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Your writing has become so amazing, Kate. As an old fan, I truly wish you'd stop by and post more often.
Justin
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