The Candle stands for me

The candle stands for me
not the stongest tyou have seen
when the wind blows
then my light will never again show.

the candle, its me
I either burn strong and light
or I'm burn out dark and week
so far i burn strong all night

The wick, my heart
th biggest part of me
but its burning a whole in my heart
way to deep to believe
its slowly burning away
down the long stringy wax
my life is on the line
patiently i see this will happen

The fire, my mind
do i burn sad and depressed?,
do i burn happy and slow?
or do i burn hidden and unexpressed?

the wax, my blood
witch do i spill on the floor?
or do i deep in my body
my wrist witch it may not pour
when the wax is melted
its stands for cutting wrist
wen the blood sinks down your arms
and you cant deal with it
and when the wax has hardened
no more pain will i hold
past has now healed
from all the lies i have told

the match-someoner hwo cared
and lited my fire again
when the wind seemed to blow
strong and hard it made paine

the wind~ you (Alex)
that put out my flame
the wing that created the mess
that started all the pain
it blows long and strongly
witch i do not stand
Ive weekend over time
my death the wind demanded
so I'm stand corrected now
i tried to win this fight
my week fires been put out
i lost my shinning light

~~ i no this poem is hard to understand but it made sense to me and i guess thats all that matters... if you have any questions for me about this just email me and ask and ill get back to you~~

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