Sunlite Wanter Poet Rhyme

Will I Know When the Music Ends

Will I Know When the Music Ends?

Sometimes “together” runs its course,
A warm hand held turns cold or then,
He works late most every night;
His face is not bright as once it had been.
He stops saying “No” to a pretty purchase,
And instead doesn’t care or when.
He ”reads” his phone way past ten
When your own eyes are closed again;
“Tomorrow I’ll bake him his special pie!”
Tearfully, you try, you cry and with a last sigh,
“Make me sure when the music ends.”

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Brenda Martin October 30, 2016 at 6:59 AM Its sad when you know something has come to an end, your poem flowed so easily and told a tale, awesome ink! Sunlite Wanter October 30, 2016 at 4:20 PM Thank you, I'm flattered.

Vincent Flannery October 13, 2016 at 1:55 PM Sad. I pray the Lord enter such a relationship and make it dazzle. And when the Rainy Days come, He will make it shine. Oh how the Lord loves to help His Children. His guidance is irreplaceable.

DM Babbit October 12, 2016 at 11:11 AM Nicely done, truly enjoyed this.

Paloma P October 12, 2016 at 11:11 AM Sounds like it flat-lined already. Take that pie and smooch it in his face. :)

Anthony Mark October 12, 2016 at 10:50 AM Beautiful format , great lines banged right down on the table in a " read me now" way...Impact is the key, and you burnt a big hole in the rule book...well done...Ian