A Rose Flame

Tom Wood

You used to ask me

If you could light my cigar

You used to walk me home at night

Even if it wasn’t that dark

 

Now your roses have 2 meanings:

A beautifully deceiving token

A promise to further commitment

Commitment to what is broken

 

So when your lighter’s flame grows

Spiraling up from your cruel fingers

I may prick myself again

Trying to steady the cigar in my hand

 

Thinking it’s the only one I’ll ever have

  • Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2022 23:02
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    Good write Tom. More please! 🙂

  • L. B. Mek

    a great write!
    thanks for sharing dear poet

  • arqios

    Pricked and broken yet drawn to the flame and to the scent of bloom of promise. What a journey!



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