Friday, July 18, 2008


The warmth of the candle sustains my love for him but I’m still coldThe chills running up and down my spine disturb me and I need more warmthThe dark room provides me with nothing but loneliness, silence and cold.I am lonelyI watch the only light in the room, a candle, flicker as if it’s my last breath to breatheI inhale for the last time the sweet smell of the candle as if it’s the last time I can smell his sweet savory scent, soon to be nothingMy candle has melted entirely along with my burning love for him leaving no warmth, no lightI feel like a withering roseMy petals float off me one at a time more painful each time the next one floats off of meHe loves me…………. He loves me not………….

okay i need a title for this plz comment and tell me what u think thanks :)


Zach said...

reference your title to the ending...he loves me he loves me not...flower pedals

Bela said...

Hmm...what about naming this, "Decisions" or "Confusion".

Gina said...

Too broad, Bela... it has to be more specific, like Colin Neenan was talking about, remember? How about a working title like "The Last Petal" or something similar?