I miss those nights,
nights with the fireflies
glimpses of lights, fluctuations of freedom
regniting hopes of finding what's lost,
night of strong believe and faith
in the supernatural being the eyes has not yet seen.

I miss those nights
nights with the fireflies
with its tiny little wings it flies
and its light glowing in the extreme dark
a symbol of beauty residing in the ugliness
patiently waiting on the blessed day to manifest.

I miss those nights
nights with the fireflies,
a perfect time to reminisce on what could have been,
and to be grateful for the things that has shaped you into the perfect being;
A time to look back on the mistakes you've made,
and promising yourself never to make them the same ever again

© damithemessenger