Path Woven.

A Poem by Poe Met Emily

You ever think about the nights we spent

as children running under the stars

catching little fireflies till we were drained?

I counted a million and you were the brightest,

the brightest in my heart shaped jar.

Though I kept running, collapsing,

I kept that jar and see it when I close my eyes.

Believe, I'll wait to surrender again.

Author's Note

06.27.2014

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Added on October 22, 2014
Last Updated on October 22, 2014

I am a young adult. And all my Poetry is Nonfiction. Anything else, feel free to ask. :] more..

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