by Alex D Jan 21, 2010
category :
Love, romance /
lasting love
Never in all of my life |
I once lived in a town much like the one you write about, wouldn't see more than 10 people after nine o'clock. The lights that shine brightest or are most noticable are street lights and I like how you compared that in your poem to wanting to "go" or being able to. All love needs is some time to grow but most people quit long before it blossoms. Excellent job 5/5 |