Burnt Ends.

Darkened rooms seem to be my reflection

I never thought it was possible to feel so alone

Yet your mine

You lit a candle in my soul

It seemed so natural to make it my torch

Cosumned by the very thought of you

But...Where are you?

The fire is lit and burning boldly for you

I don't want to watch it die down

Slowly, so slowly become as weak as whisper

Hoarse as consumption

Nothing to revive

All we will have left is burnt ends

The End

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