I wrote this poem back in 10th or 11th grade and it was entered into a contest on poetry.com. It made it to the semi finals and was published in one of there books a little while after just figured i would share it.
Like A Candle
So young and yet so fragileHow can i feel like were a burning candle.
Like a candle flame we start out hot but
with time were not.
As with each drop of wax is like a day of
love that drips away with every hug.
Who would have known in three months you
would be gone the flame still there but the
wax is gone.
1 comment:
I remember this poem. You're so much deeper than you look. lol jk Good job love you!
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