Sparks On Test
Sparks On Test1 min 398 1 min 398
I wanted to burn them,
And watch the flames yellowish-auburn.
Dare you say
Once again that I can’t let go.
The wailing flame,
With every twist and turn,
Will then turn grey;
I won’t touch the ashes though.
To be honest,
My bare hands cannot do it best.
Therefore I handed you the match lest
My tears wet the sparks on test.
Just then you blankly proclaim
You don’t owe me anything under the sun.
So I lighted the match
And stared at them, but hey!
Slowly the eyes started to flow,
Not to extinguish but to ignite it all with zest.