A small flame,
just warm enough to keep me a alive.

You find me shivering,
and show me how to make a bigger flame.

I am so warm so i give you a smile
and u smile back.

The flame gets bigger and bigger.
I just want it to stay this big forever.

I turn to talk to you,
but you are gone.

I run from the warmth to look for you.
I look but never find.

I come back to see the flame.
Its out of control.

It surrounds me,
burning my skin.

I know i need to put it out.
but i don't want to be cold again.

by Joshua Wyatt

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Caregiving Thanks for your commet on my poem. Stay blessed always.
Colours of love always paint life is dignifies manner. Thank you very much for your sharing this interesting poem.