Matches Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Matches



The way it burned,
Till I couldn't take anymore.
I took two of them,
And made sparks everywhere.

I liked the sparks.
I looked right through them.
They encompassed my heart,
Making heart shaped arcs.

I rubbed the matches on the ground,
And soon my heart burned with fire.
Oh love, allude me not,
For I am not a liar.

Saturday, January 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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