Candles, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab

For hours these
candles burn.  Counting 
the time that passes
as I stare at the walls
of this room.

Tears bleed through my
smiles.  Smiles that
don't make my eyes squint with delight,
but instead, play tug of war
with the corners of my mouth.

One hour, two hours,
three hours, four..
Posted: 2005-01-24 03:15:50 UTC

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