Fireflies,
They remind me of fireflies.
Flying a bliss inside our asylum
Or our temple.
Lightness or darkness,
They can cause harmony or chaos.
What we enjoy the most is
Capturing them in jars
And holding onto them.
We're enchanted, mesmerized, inflicted..
By the way they flow out so carelessly
Slithering through our tongue,
The power it carries to one and another.
Hopeful, yet destructive;
Your heart catches them
Your mind analyzes them
What will they destroy? To whom will it destroy?
To whom will it save?
Give me your word,
Give me your word...
That they will not be the death of you,
I pray,
My words will not be the death of you.
So I beg of you,
Release them,
Because they are not meant to be kept in a jar
Like fireflies in a prison cell;
They were not meant to execute you,
I pray, one day,
My words will inspire you.
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Hydrangea
PoetryApology and gratitude. The act of developing a deeper understanding between two people. Heartfelt and honest emotions. I admire the meaning of this flower. Not only is its beauty captivating, but what she symbolizes has my heart clenching onto her e...
