Jovial little lightning-bug that doesn't just move -
but sways like a ribbon dancing in humid air
May your pure, chartreuse luminance never waver
- but never allow them to use you for their lantern
Your inner light is so valuable, so rare
Only adulthood could taint such a gentle thing
Kindness is often burned, mined like coal
People will imitate you, lure you in with their false helmet's glow
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list Stygian Skies and @CoffeeCommunity's Cappuccino reading list. A poetry book that trembles with fear, explodes with rage, and loves with everything it has. It tries to make sense of the past and explores trau...
