a pretty butterfly, beyond compare
i wish to break its wings
perhaps, i don't even care
i do not care for material things
the scale of life tips every day
i guess today was its time
seeing this makes me so gay
it wasn't even in its prime
someday it knew its time would come,
the time when beauty decides to die,
humans, don't understand, they are so dumb,
immortality and youth, is a lie
however, it was living,
and that may be what is unforgiving
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Dejected; Poems
PoetryDejected: Sad and dispirited Just poems that I write in my free time. Slow updates cause I'm not in a poem mood right now.
