Iridescent columns of light reach through the window
As the inferno in the sky retires to the other side of the earth
I contemplate my surroundings and the company I keep
As the relationship of pen and paper give a poetic birth
You cannot write about the twin flame concept
My head warns as the ideas ignite like a nebula in space
The truth is that too many people could get hurt
If you open up about the memories you wish you could erase
She was a demon and angel wrapped into a hard candy shell
I spent too much time beside her and she broke me
The stories have been locked away in a safe in my head
I wish I could throw deep down a thousand foot well
I have to write about this, I know it might hurt you
I put myself back together after years of making mistakes
The seeming eternity I spent with the fire that burned me
Haunts my dreams still and some nights it keeps me awake
But it taught me a lesson I could never have learned
That if you take two candles and soak them with gasoline
They burn so hot that there is no wax left to contain them
The light that they once emitted is now completely unseen
It’s a funny thing though, some of us just linger on
And some of us disappear from this plain of existence
I am just glad someone taught me how to make fire
So I can start over and relight my candle with it
Poetry for the masses 