lines that run.

candle burning, flames close to the heart.
she hears her name called in the distance.
her angry brow and her heavy soul,
the shadows are deeper than holes.
twisted with innocence and rare love.
foreshadowed with lies and loneliness. 
run as close as you can to the flame,
till you feel your lungs bleeding.
she is in love with a man who only 
wears a hat on Sundays.