One to twenty-four candles I can't blow them at once
but if it's my last birthday
I'm wishing upon a candle
bring my life light as a feather
one to twenty-four years
I can't count how many years passed
I don't want it to be my last birthday
so I'm wishing upon a candle
bring me sunshine in stormy weather
when there's a song that says it's twenty-four thousand six hundred minutes
how do you measure a year?
so I said it's four eight-twelve months a year
and that's how I measure my year
One to twenty-four candles I can't blow them at once
but it's okay, I'll just make it to three four five kills
wishing upon a candle
bring magic to her eyes to see a wonderland
one to twenty-four years
I can't count how many years passed
so I'll just not count to six seven eight hills
wishing upon a candle
bring this girl to wonderland
~eyhSmik
November 10, 2019
2:30 PM
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Wandering Soul
PoetryIt's an original collection of poetry and prose, written and published in chronological order by eyhSmik