As she takes flight,
the colors confuse her.
She never met a real man,
just another abuser.
One to bat her around,
or hang her as a trophy.
Never just to love her beautiful colors,
her heart, to hold the key.
She used to be happy,
she used to be young.
But her wings are growing older,
her song’s already been sung.
The day her cocoon broke,
and she flew through the skies,
she swore she’d find true love,
but all she got was lies.
She died today,
and all the gods were mad
The begged her to stay,
but she was too sad.
Maybe you’ll see her,
and her hidden loveliness.
It’s probably her,
to her you must caress.
You must love her forever,
and hold her always.
Because her love is great,
and lasts all the days. |
Submission Name: Butterfly Love
