Our Candle

You and me are like a burning candle,
Lit from a single spark that set us all on fire.
When life was cold and dark and more than I could handle,
Your light was the only thing I ever desired.

Our flames been blown upon hours after days now,
Like the wind against a tree in a hurricane.
The candle’s trying so hard not to blow out,
But in this weather it’s so hard to stay the same.

The fire’s been so strong as long as I can remember,
But it was covered by a blanket of nervous pain.
How did we not notice it was reduced down to embers?
I guess we were both looking the other way.

The spark that had once lit the fire,
Now is cooled by the drop of a single tear.
The mirror I face knows I’m a bad liar,
This is the very thing my heart has always feared.

The candle’s sitting in the palm of our hands,
The wax is melting away through our fingers.
The look in your eyes tells me we’ve come to an end.
Yet the smoke in the air, still it lingers.

I can tell by your gaze in her direction,
This girl must be one of a kind.
I hope to your world she is perfection,
Just the way that you are in mine.

All I want is for you to be happy,
don’t worry someday I’ll manage to be fine.
But now that I watch the time passing,
I could have lit the spark back up in time.

So you and me both hold the matches,
And the wick of our candle is still intact.
Someday I pray we take it out from the closet,
And our flame will somehow have made it back.

You and me are just like a candle,
And though I’ll have my other lovers too.
Our match stays in my back pocket
‘cause I swear, I’ll always be in love with you.

You’re like an angel sent down to me from heaven,
I wanted to tell you but the words never came out right.
Because everyday I spend with you, is the new best day of my life.
And it kills, to turn around and say goodbye.

Reviews

[Natasha]

oh WOW, this poem was amazing, i love the comparisons, and though i sometimes don't like cheesy poems- i for some reason felt all of this was genuine and not forced like a lot of poems are when trying to be romantic while creating symbolism. even though at the end it was sad, this poem really did make me happy. there is still hope in love for those that have lost.

[Heather]

descriptive and painful poem of a love lost. Careful with the cliches. While we may have many lovers, the first one does always linger. Good poem. thank you for sharing

[Drifter]

Thank you for the review