Aesthetic Writings

Christmas Lights

I'm like Christmas lights.

I'm beautiful.
Most people like me.
But some don't.
Because I'm not the right color.
The right kind.

Some people will stay to watch in fascination.
But most will glance then carry on with their day.

Some hang me up to show me off.
Others stow me away, and never bring me back out.

I am like Christmas lights.

I can change
Or I can stay the same.

I am beautiful
But sometimes I mess up and burn you

I can shine bright
But I can also burn out.

I am like Christmas lights.