They talk of fire works

Butterflies, heartbeats skipped as their marks

Signs of finally finding the one and only

Yet i am one among many

Swimming under, through the waters

As the struggle with the waves, as if staying afloat is all that matters

During dark times I see the stars for their light

While everyone around cowers and runs from the night

For i expect no fireworks

But a calm life, that sigh, leaving all with no clue

Not the fireworks but my heart’s peace

As I put together the mess of my life and be at ease



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