#34 - Poetry #3
Posted Thursday, December 17, 2015 // 12:23 AM
24/5/2015 — Sunday.
remember when you said that
there is a light at the end of every tunnel?
oh God, how bad was i craving
and secretly wishing that
i could be your light.
but now do i realise or do i not
that in order to be the light;
i need to burn myself.
by this moment, i am burning myself
all that i can do is wait, wait, wait.
waiting for you to reach by the end
of the tunnel.
so long, i am hoping,
praying and begging to God
that you won't stop
in the middle way and decided that
you liked the cold from the darkness more
than the warmth of my light.
—L.D “you needed light; so i burned myself.”
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