I blow out candles,
only to light them up again
think it's time for me to conclude
again -
but not really...
'cause I'll do it again
and again
so I never completely do,
...not yet.
blow torch,
'cause I can't see
when you're blowing smoke
right at me,
again...
and I try to turn around
but I freeze,
'cause I'm a hostage to melancholy
and I guess at least
that you seem to be giving me.
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the september poems :) ...
thank you so much for reading!
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸