Candle Flame,
Slowly burning with purpose...some reason
Wavering but not snuffed out.
I’ve burnt all my bridges
Now, on the Other Side I stand
Gazing at the distant shore...my past.
A part of me is now dead
But my legacy has just begun.
A tired soul bends down to pick the colored glass you threw down on the floor, now shattered.
I haven’t lost my dreams....because of you.
They are just scattered in the deep recesses of my mind.
You triumph over my broken sobs, but the lamp still burns
Mirthless is my laughter, but the fallen angel has risen.
A contest entry
- [[ E.m.o.t.i.o.n ]] by ddollfacek.
400 points, ended April 19, 2007, 21 entries
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Comments
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Hmm. I like this.
A little hard to read, but...
I like it. ^-^
Thank you for entering my contest, and good luck!
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BREATHING TAKING!
AWSOME! PS EDGAR ALLAN POE IS A GOD!
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thnx girl! i dint like it dat much though..doz it get da point across?
...nd by da way...wer did poe cum frm??!!!
lolz..keep rockn
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