When life leaves you crying about,
How everything's been going south.
Like a lonely boat,
Just barely afloat.
We've all been this through tonight,
Looking at the wonderful lights.
Just waiting for,
Hesitating more...
Expressing all of our hate,
To everyday, but this day,
We realise, not to cry.
Saying it's just too late,
Forgetting about how we were mates,
Saying all the past,
That this ain't our last.
Why isn't it we always wait,
For whatever our fate to be.
Everyone's going running around,
Like being chased about by hounds.
And I'm just patiently,
Up on my feet.
Like a weight on backbone,
It's one really heavy stone.
Oh, what's going to happen,
My wings are flappin'.
Not a thing will prevent me,
From knowing subliminally,
If we are,
Amongst the stars.
Well, I'll be thinking more,
Maybe one second more,
Just waiting for,
Hesitating about...
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Firefly
PoetryOne of the few things I've really enjoyed looking up to were fireflies. To me, they are a symbol of hope piercing a shroud of darkness... or a spark of creativity lying in the most unknown of places to be unveiled. That's where I got "Firefly" from...
