Imaginary

via Daily Prompt: Imaginary

a bulb

i cant blow away

it doesn’t even fling like you do

a lighter

i can make some noise

it stumbles on the feet like I do

a candle

we will melt our room to the roads

where we can stray

I’ll cream the ice

you will wine on dine

we’ll shine like dime

but you got your house

I got my room

we’ll rarely see the moon

on that tainted glasses

meows do stray

you got an ashtray

 

 

 

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