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were the days tough? or unpredictable? or helpless?
you don't walk past our classroom window
when I was waiting,
and I don't pace anymore with my head low,
as I was thinking,
"I saw you again."
because I didn't.
and so, how much of the light do I know of the stars
that burned, ached, and lived for you?
but, oh, I was sure how warriors would get scars from wars
just to get a glimpse of a firefly like you.
back from the dark, back for the light,
it's indeed a beauty to watch the skies;
I've written poems and poems of not-so-bright,
I've been gone from and done for the twilight,
but I think I'll meet you to see the fireflies.
were the days tough? or unpredictable? or helpless?
you walked past my family
when I was in a dress;
I think I left my dignity
when I was in distress.
"I saw you again."
I most definitely did.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
