sonGs of oTher laNds

The lighter

The black mark was made long ago
From the time when I first held a lighter
Ignored all the cautions and warnings
And now I have the dull black mark

You see, it would have healed long ago
But I just could not turn away
The flickering green in the centre of the flame
I just had to hold it again

I'm old and now I know
The meaning of a fire that can hurt
But the black mark that was made long ago
Still remains here, with me

If only time could backtrack itself
And brought me back to the past
I would not have succumbed to the temptation
And committed the hurting mistake twice

posted by jessXW @ 1:10 PM