With my feet on the ground
And my head in the clouds,
The darkness of the sky traps me.
With only a jar of fireflies
To guide me in the dark I fear,
But holding you so dear I think we'll find
our way back home.
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The Differences Of Reality And Fiction: A Book Of Poetry
PoetryI don't really write poetry and stuff as much as I used to, so here's some poetry hoping that I continue to write. I am sumbitting my poetry for the #Wattys2018 for fun
