The glimmer…
Oh how it shines…
I see it’s glare from the hallway outside my closed bedroom door.
The one I wished and prayed for you to walk back through all those times.
But it doesn’t help when someone turns out the light.
Because secretly i need the glimmer to know that everythings going to be alright.
That little flicker of light that tells me you might still love me someday.
That small candle light that still shines when all the lights go out in the whole city.
The glimmer…
Oh how it hurts.
The lantern that reminds me of what I’ve lost.
I can smell the oil and sometimes i wish it would burn my skin.
Just for a second so i could know that it’s real.
The glimmer…
Is it still there?
There’s sometimes i think that its gone,
but a spark from the broken television set forces me to realize its still there.
But it doesn’t shock me like i wish it would…
The glimmer…
Oh how i wish i knew if you’re going to consume my world and become my sun,
or stay a small spark of hope that burns out all the lights of my home.
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