Blue eyes
Brown eyes
Like girls
Like guys
Pretty smile
Straight teeth
Hiding who you are
Underneath Loud laugh Quiet laugh
Good at spelling
Suck at math
Freckles or not
On your cheeks
Hearing people
Call you a freak
Hate to speak
Or love to talk
Love to run
But hate to walk
Large or thin
Tall or short
Dark or light skin
Good at sports
So many people
Here on Earth
Everyone's different
Yet society gives the worst
To the people who aren't
Afraid to show
What's on their inside
What is their glow.
The golden flame of the
candle,
is a lot
like life. When it's born, it is from a small spark which
ignites the wick and slowly grows. As the flame burns, it melts
the wax down, slowly wearing away at the candle. If you should
try to smother the flame, to cut off it's oxegyn, it's
reason for living, then the flame, which has grown so high,
will slowly sink down, as if trying to hide, as you kill it. If
you let it breath again, eventually it can grow back to
it's old height, but should you chose to let it die, let
the flame burn down until it has disappeared, then you're
left with a candle that has so much potential. You can always
relight the wick with a new fire, but it's not the same
flame, and no matter what you do, that constant fact is one
that you never can change.