You light a candle
and it reminds me of
the kind of sunlight
we found tragic,
like fire scorching the trees
and the blood of sunsets.
Our wine spills red
on the horizon.
You light a candle
and it reminds me of death.
You light a candle
and it reminds me to live.
and it reminds me of
the kind of sunlight
we found tragic,
like fire scorching the trees
and the blood of sunsets.
Our wine spills red
on the horizon.
You light a candle
and it reminds me of death.
You light a candle
and it reminds me to live.
