A broken wick
Shares a broken heart
When burning old flames
the wick falls apart
Her flame, her love
Rests upon my wick
But the eyes gain concern
For hers worn a bit.
Ignited with a spark
Brought light to my dark
But her poorly loved wick
somewhat denies to be lit
Brilliant as can be,
yet not enough to feed
Two souls, one light
Not alone in her sight.
Cared with tatter
from a previous matter.
Blew wind to her flame
then relit for the same.
Bit by bit
Inflicting wear to her wick
Flame on, flame off
Drained until she’s sick.
From her what purpose
does this flame for me
without the same for she
with old flames burning deep?
A broken wick
Shares a broken heart
Holding old flames,
Halts a new start
A broken wick
Shares a broken heart
Burning old flames
Her wick fell apart.
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