katrientjielove
2 years ago1,000+ Views
wax skeletons
my eyes see the rose the beauty without promises the thorns with simple warnings my eyes see the candles capable of producing light some day somewhere only if they willingly or unwillingly burn their hearts to melt the protective wax skeletons yearning to dance in the candlelight my eyes see the true colors penetrating through the waxy scenery where they are not bothered with fancy names for fragrances appreciated without them my eyes see the flames burning every chain, the light once taken captive, the wax shapes dissolving into beautiful nothingness fragile yet strong
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