There were fireflies,
flickering,
underneath permafrost.
glowing, like the embers of your voice.
like my sickly pale hand. next to yours.
next. to. yours.
on a green backdrop, and I looked down. and you didn't.
I hugged her. I was sorry, I still am.
I couldn't find a name,
I am not worthy of a name.
there were dreams. and bubbles in gingerale. and lockers. and kisses that made my blood run with fire. and made me cry.
your sweat, permeated your shirt. you had chalk there. and I took blurry, stalker photos. when your eyes sparkle, and giggle. and we danced stupidly together. to-ge-ther.
syllables.
meaningless syllables.
meaningless dreams.
meaningless song lyrics.
i'm so fricken sorry.
you weigh me down.
and take away the bubbles.
and I don't mind.
and I should.
fireflies...
Author notes
thanks kiks, and mich, and brooke, and all my fabulous friends. you'll never read this. you know too much. i know too much now.
i want to fricken sleep.
sleep.
dream.
the whole fireflies ness credit goes to Owl City and their song fireflies.
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Comments
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This is a truly remarkable piece. I loved your imagery and metaphors. Great job, thank you so much for entering.
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Well..you know how we define our heart if we are thinking about the nature of it..and yes it is always abstract when you label it as the home for the lovers..and your poetry proved it..the real image of the heart is here..well done..
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