The decay of Butterflies

by Simply Sara   Oct 5, 2008


Watch her move acrossed a darkend room,
Trapped forever in her mind.
Skin so white and pure...
Oh how so untouchable she is.
Eyes so black so impure,
They stare right through.
Trapped graceful movements,
Silky dust soon sprinkles as the enemy is created.
So weak, so impure with impurity,
she dies.
Falling to the ground only to be,
Forgotten

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  • 15 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Wow, I am completely speechless. The way you wrote this blew me away as I was reading on! Every line was so descriptive and grew more and more intrigueing as I read on, nice work, keep it up! 5/5 from me....