Saturday, 14 February 2015

Death of a Butterfly

It was a fear that held you so near
so petrified to not be with you 
an aching heart that needed your love so
You were a butterfly trapped whole. between the pages of a pressed book
dying quickly with no glancing look

Soft to the touch a delicate silkiness of your skin, beautiful by chance a pride of your kin, our eyes met a hypnotic trance caught in a whirlwind trapped in a dance.
breathing at last a heart beating fast. energy drained, shattered like glass.

Precious memories to last forever 
of moments passing in the wind
recurring thoughts fleeting through history 
at once became a bitter end
long lost love with no message to say
despise the fool who's  not even a friend.



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