Everybody leaves in their time.
Happiness is fleeting.
Nobody wants anybody else to have what they do not.
Like moths to the flame
they surround and do their damndest
to extinguish that flame.
Though not always with success,
their winds do damage
a fragile wick.
what so ever you please
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its good. the last 2 lines are confusing.
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holy smokes... I have not seen a write from you in ... well gee wiz I think they were still delivering milk to my door back then... lol
How are you dear?
and welcome back!
I ain't even gonna comment on the poem am just going to celebrate the fact that you have returned... and pray this is not just a one poem and then you are gone kinda thing! It better not be or I am a gonna have to hunt ya down and search in my bag of goodies and pull out my whip and tan you alive dear... no more disappearing ya hear?
Nice to see you again hun, seriously... sooooo good to have you posting again!
Hugs,
Suzi
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moths to the flame is kinda cliche.. something new? Otherwise angstean message.. existential..
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