In the cold and dark of night
I’m led through it all by candlelight
Slowly burning wax till it’s gone
But lasting until the crack of dawn
Lighting my way in a dim place
When I otherwise can’t see right in front of my face
While also giving me warmth when I’m in need of it
But it won’t do any good if I forget that it’s not lit
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Poetry of the past 12 or so years. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction.
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Poetry of the past 12 years or so. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction. These cover all sorts of topics and many different types of poetry.
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