When you're sitting all alone.
Dark rooms,empty homes.
In the middest of the night.
Fireflies come out to bite.
Ouch..
That hurts.
The fireflies they burn.
The night skies way above.
More precious then snow doves.
Can you catch me late at night?
Catch me like the fireflies.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
