The warm sun sets fast
As the fireflies blink awake
I think of you like
Suffocating summer nights
....
Fireflies in a jar with grass
A miniature home
I constructed it myself
But morning brings death
....
I won't confront anyone
About my feelings instead
I refuse to think
.....
Nothing good comes from adults
I learned this myself
You manipulated me
I cannot think any longer
I hate to feel it
Disappointment and
Regret
I hate to feel so
I won't.
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Random poems I wrote
PoetryJournaling is boring to me, so when I feel strong emotions I write poems. These are some of my more recent poems I've written over the years, hope you like them!
