My Personal Thoughts About Stuff

Old Friend ( Poetry )

You're the one who comes at my door,
Swift and sound like nothing is heard.

Your the one who blows out my light,
You do it cautiously but you put out a fight.

I'm the one that cares at all,
But I still get nothing not even a call.

You are always centered only to yourself,
But you're just a book on top of a bookshelf.

But there is one thing that you do not know, You are my true friend not my foe.

( This is my first poem I have ever done, if you liked it please let me know and I will make more stuff like this. )