Life of a butterfly
poem by:
Derek Vincent
Written
on Apr 02, 2015
As the butterfly flew, the rain poured as the dead wind blew, the rain spit at the butterfly as the butterfly had fallen, he stopped breathing as the butterfly had spoken, a silhouette apeard as the silhouette leaned, the butterfly had lied as the silhouette cleaned, the butterfly had died as the silhouette kissed, the butterfly opened his eyes as the butterfly was blessed, the silhouette had left love is dead but it's in your head life is fate but it still brings hate love is a fallacy but hate is a policy your torn from thy rind but still omnipresent in my mind
Tags: sad, love, pain, hope,
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A previous user commented:
All of your poems are beautiful to me but it lacks the purity of true love, fidelity.
A previous user
commented:
All of your poems are beautiful to me but it lacks the purity of true love, fidelity.
A previous user
commented:
All of your poems are beautiful to me but it lacks the purity of true love, fidelity.
