Sweet little butterfly,
Fly close to me,
Your wings colorful,
and oh-so pretty.
Tell me a tale of all you have endured,
Why did you fly away,
Leaving not even a word?
Years of battles waged,
Doubts,
And sadness sink in,
Expertly concealed,
By your plastered-on grin.
Oh how brave you are,
Little butterfly,
You ran 'cause you had to-
You'd waste away, your feathery little sigh.
Oh, how you're tired and want to stop,
You're glad to be gone,
I'm simply proud that you've stayed that strong for so long.
So rest your pretty wings,
My sweet dear,
If you're done then you're done,
You've already begun
To disappear.
I hope you enjoy this awful poetry I made at 12:47 am.
YOU ARE READING
My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
