To smile,
To light a torch.
It burns bright for a while
And it always burns out.
See, there are plenty of matches
But some only light a fire wet with doubt.
Yet, there are some people
Who hold more matches
Than I can count.
YOU ARE READING
Translated thoughts
PoetryJust a book where I put all the emotions I don't want to show Welcome to my head Collection of freestyle poems (The first few suck. But then they get better. I promise)
