By Candlelight
Shadows of contempt spark the walls,
In which eternity calls,
Each billowing flick emanates towards the pall
Of you – I feel enthralled.
Sweet intrusion I feel it, covered like a shawl
Innocent sparks devoured to see me fall
As every beat sees you closer - I stall
Yet this only makes you dearer to all.
Candle light putter brakes you, turns me tall
With this I shall let resistance be my down fall.
By Candlelight by
Bethany Chipperfield
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