We Are Boxes of Matches
We are boxes of matches,
Some crammed with chances,
Some rattle th last few,
Some too chafed to spark a new flame,
Some crumbled with th rain,
My last matchstick,
I want to strike it for you.
Copyright © Welsonn Goh | Year Posted 2016
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