A light spreads like butter on bread
Unlike other lights, this one seems to stick to the surface
It wants not to leave as you turn it out, it wants to stay
Like a cousin who came for dinner but won’t be turned out,
Life is like that, where as it sticks to you in ways, and never wants to change.
But, sometimes you have to turn out the lights, and go away,
For sometime, somewhere you will be needed, and you can’t stay,
And life eventually will have to accept your sway.
Please tell me what you think
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i enojoyed this so - and its very true!
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Now this I really enjoyed reading.
This is phenomenal writing. I loved the
uniqueness of it-the rhyme scheme structure
was appealing as well and added to the poem's
natural flow and structure.
Thanks for sharing with us all
Keep penning!
~The INC."
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Good concept
I like poems with a strong idea, a theme that permeates through the lines. This has that. Some interesting metaphor
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