by Jennifer Rose Bristow
Love is like a light bulb...
It lights you up for so long
then it burns out.
But sometimes you get a new blub
to replace the old.
Bulb after bulb of no true light
will leave you blue.
Leaves your heart dark and your fears real.
Leaves you grasping for light
on those cold dark nights.
Nights that seem so cold and dark
that you can't control them.
But after one small bulb inside "you" burns out
there isn't room for another.