deepundergroundpoetry.com

Etchings

You remind me of a candle
The way the smoke slips from your lips
The way your flame flickers from side to side
The wick slowly burning
Turning black and ugly

As the wax slowly melts
I see the inside of you
The pool of unshaped lines
Nothing is defined in you

Little notches etched in smooth white
Children with their pocket knives
That's all your pain is equivalent to
Carvings of initials that melt with time
Written by AdeleRae
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6 reading list entries 1
comments 12 reads 1004
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:51am by Too_hot69
POETRY
Today 11:21am by Grace
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:15am by Her
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:24am by Too_hot69
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:56am by NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:15am by Grace