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Your eyes are made of wax, but I won't be your wick

by Ava Blu



I am forbidden
from walking through your leaves
that keep wisping around my legs
like eyelashes falling on your cheek;

I want to take your finger,
make a wish,
and wipe them away

but I fear you'd waste energy
burning at the wrong end
while believing in the justification
everyone else supplies.

11/03/2005

Posted on 11/04/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joseff Marat on 11/04/05 at 04:47 AM

I really like this. I'm adding it to my favorites.

Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 11/08/05 at 03:51 AM

"the justification every one else supplies" perfect.

Posted by Jo Halliday on 07/15/09 at 11:22 AM

Absolutely beautiful; too personal a poem to warrant any comment, but the honesty rings true.

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