green candles
By donnamarie
green candlesshow how little you know.i am not the sweet-scented,delicate floweryou wish me to be.i amthe rose's thorn.nor do i giggle and dote.i am directand make my voice be heard.i am not coyand don't play games.stop calling me tinyand reaching for my nose.small in stature,yet big at heartand stronger thanmy appearance betrays.i am a poet,but not a romantic.green candleshave lost their smell.the whole thing about my nose is an inside joke, i guess. this boy thought that it was the most adorable thing in the world, and, not to sound like a jerk, i just couldn't take it anymore. he made me feel like i was 5. but the candle thing is a gift he gave me for christmas. i don't like candles or too many other girly things, thus it showing how well he DIDN'T know me. that's it. Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 10:15 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"green candlesshow how little you know.i am not the sweet-scented,delicate floweryou wish me to be.i amthe rose's thorn.nor do i giggle and dote.i am directand make my voice be heard.i am not coyand don't play games.stop calling me tinyand reaching for my nose.small in stature,yet big at heartand stronger thanmy appearance betrays.i am a poet,but not a romantic.green candleshave lost their smell.the whole thing about my nose is an inside joke, i guess. this boy thought that it was the most adorable thing in the world, and, not to sound like a jerk, i just couldn't take it anymore. he made me feel like i was 5. but the candle thing is a gift he gave me for christmas. i don't like candles or too many other girly things, thus it showing how well he DIDN'T know me. that's it...."