By Elinor Austin
Burning
A guttering candle,
I burned my hope for a trail of smoke
To lead you to my flame.
You did not notice,
Or you did not care.
I grew tired.
A glowing star, I burn
Only for myself now.
Burning
A guttering candle,
I burned my hope for a trail of smoke
To lead you to my flame.
You did not notice,
Or you did not care.
I grew tired.
A glowing star, I burn
Only for myself now.
