I will be the kindling to your spark in the night;
I will help you grow into a firey blaze.
And when your flame is burning bright,
And I, the kindling, burnt away,
Please don't forget I helped you make that light
Nor let me fade with the coming of the day.
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PoetrySometimes poetry just bleeds out of me. Funny poetry, serious poetry, poetry that has good meter and complicated stuff, or poetry that's just a jumble of rhyming words. <Note: The first 20 or so are MOSTLY old poems, kinda light and silly and f...
