Candle WickA Poem by Megan Marie
Where is the broken line written?
With a heart mistooken by what your kind words may have been but seemingly turn out to be lies because no truth is seen no words are shared just tears are shed. Willing to go outside the realm of what I thought could work perhaps I was wrong... perhaps I was right... left in a state of confusion I lost my will of might Waiting is a stupid game No game I'm going to play I've got a lot of patience to burn but the patience for you has burned out the wick to your candle has expired good night.... © 2010 Megan MarieReviews
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1 Review Added on January 27, 2010 Last Updated on January 27, 2010 AuthorMegan MarieAboutPoetry caught my eye in 2005 in a creative writting class, it was then and there I fell in love with this form or writting, and began writting on my own time, outside of class. I may not be no where n.. more..Writing
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