three blue candles in a row
where she knew she shouldn’t go
in a room of closed desire
smoke now circles ever higher
lying thoughtlessly has crept
promises have not been kept
but she does not care somehow
in the feeling she has now
for the burning justifies
broken vows and sequent lies
as she bobs her pliant head
three blue candles by the bed
I encourage ambivalence.
The flow to this was absolute class, a rarity. I loved the title too btw. – Cezane
Thank you. This is one of my favorite pieces.
Repeated at increasing speed enhances with each time!