Withered Leaves
Dedicated to
Bleeding down
Into a dream
I bleed for you
I bleed for me.
Torn across
the border of
lies we told
we grow so old
Wander far
And back again
Never same
Never mend
“Do you know
My butterfly?”
She sings to you
And sings to me.
Fast or slow?
I want to know
Why do we
Try to be?
Once you said
“one the same”
But now you say
Butterfly
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