Candlelight

I had never felt fire before

I dreamt of what it could be 

To know what it means to feel sparks

As a little girl, 

Society teaches us about these flames

We are a clean wick of a white candle

Waiting for the right prince to come along with a box of matches

Yet we are told to make sure the right one lights us

Who would buy a half melted candle?

It made me feel more scared than comforted

They always told us about this flame,

But they never mentioned how bad it feels to get burned

                        { Kay }

Author's Note

I still have trouble with grammar when it comes to poetry, so don't be afraid to correct any. The help is appreciated.

Also, I love to read feedback!

Reviews

[Eli]

Love how you blended your theme with candles, especially at the end. Great poem! :)

[Kay J.]

thank you!

[SleeplessVolcano]

Great poem! Your grammar was fine but I think it was a bit wordy....i.e too much of a prose style as opposed to poetry....try to squeeze three ideas into ten words.....:)