Question

Something I wrote for a friend a year ago~

Answer 1

In the dark halls where I stand
Staring at candles filled with sand
A flicker of glass,
Born in a wisp
Of candlelight burning,
Like a lovers forbidden kiss

Sensation creeping,
Hope is breathing
Further into the halls,
Where the candles are made of sand
And the candlelight,
Fills those halls with meaningful glass
Shards of dimensions,
Glancing right back

Every night, I find those halls
And dance around each corner
Sprinting through every corridor
Not feeling, not stressing
Living, and breathing
But when you dance those halls alone
And they're all you ever know
Those candles made of sand,
Fall where I stand
Weighing me down,
Into the night
Hope is flickering,
No longer burning bright

Answer 2

Sometimes I ask people for a random topic/theme and run with it. This was candles in a dark hall...or something.

Answer 3

i like it