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Author Name: Freemaybememories 0 Comments
Date Added: January 31, 2010 07:01:44 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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the value of your own worth

I thought she was a perfect match 
So striking the way she lit up my face that fast
The spark was brilliant, but the flame didnít last 
Nights out drinking turned into pain and wrath 
And each injury sustained was simply bandaged and wrapped 
Not even healing before the next lashing overlapped 
Till finally one day my bones gave out and smashed 
I wondered if I would ever be the same after that
Looking at the pain from the gash 
I felt my burnt hands would never be able to maintain in their grasp 
An endless love that would stay lit instead of burning out and blaming a draft 
I realized that I was looking for a match that would last 
To feed an addiction that spread like a cancerous path 
Because I felt like I was just a cigarette and only worthy of the ash 
Not realizing that I am candle and am made out of wax 
So instead of choking, thatís when I let out a gasp 
And promised to give myself much more than that 
What hurts the most is knowing I had stabbed my own back 
But when you donít know the value of your own worth you search for something thatís lack 
And you will do anything to just keep what you might have had in tact

Candles are meant to shine light into lives not be discarded in the trash 
So I lived for a while on my own because in order to heal you must cast 
And when I took it off I realized that what I was missing was a simple fact 
A lesson that only comes when we see ourselves outside of our box and our pack

We often mistake a quick fix and brilliant flash for love until it burns us and our lungs turn black 
But true love is like a wick that melts with you and remains inside your heart as long as you last


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