WolfsoulPhoenix

Nothing hurts like being forgotten. Left like a passing thought, Important for a while, but only just. A candle lit to burn brightly in your    time of need, With no care for how far it burns    itself to nothing. Brief glimpses and pretty words    draw her back like a moth to    the flame. Held as if feared she'd be gone    when you let go. Whispered, heartfelt pleas, And a hand held desperately,    like a precious thing. Promises to never leave.... Burned away by silence, lost and    forlorn as a winter wind. Do you still tell yourself you do it    to save her? Like some lost, poor maiden with    a sheep's meek heart. Yet, in blo