Saturday, March 2, 2019

Butterflies and Slushy Skies

You used to be someone special
A piece of my beating heart
Wedges borne of circumstance
Breaking you and I apart
Butterflies free in slushy skies
Feeling something good inside
An icecap melting in time
Like a piece of me has died
Painted red the color of love
Blossomed pure is nature's gift
Fallen night brings darkened hues
Aching still for what I miss


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