Hey, we're like a candle on fire
We'll soon need more oxygen
Get out of this room is my desire
We've been burning since the origin
And now, we'll soon be gone and I will miss
The fire... won't light up the room
Can we find a way out?...Out of this...
There are another candles, another rooms, I'm unsure
My mind is in trouble
Maybe so I am
Everytime I think of it, it makes it double
What will my decision tell about who I am?
I've heard of other room
A room where I can breath
What is my doom?
What will I get?
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Little Big Somethings
PoetryHighest rank: #15 in Snippets 02/12/2018 #36 in Poetry! 04/02/2017 Life is strange, I make it stranger. We need to enjoy the little things! They are big. Does this seem non-sense? Read the line before ;)
