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unkissed skin
There was a butterfly girl
She had a skin no one ever kissed
It made her dwell in endless grief
And all her heart ever missed
Was to be loved
To be touched
Even for a moment so brief
Like a bud of a flower
Waiting for the never coming morning
The moon climbed higher
For the sun she was yearning
They say butterflies don't see their wings
They live their lives believing
They are
Nothing but grey and ugly things
There was a butterfly girl
She lived like a withdrawn flower
Waiting for the never coming morning
And as the moon climbed higher
The sorrows took their power
And so did the butterfly skin bleed
And for the sorrows there was no need
Because she finally saw the light of the morning
She lived and died believing
She was
Only one of the grey and ugly things
Never saw her
beautiful
fragile
butterfly wings.
Sad can make you smile
Kitten, I'm very impressed! You're right, happier thing's are a bit harder to express. It seems some of the best work comes from our melancholy. Yet once those words come out, and you can not only reflect, but look back at your work and smile... well then that that poetry of melancholy has done its job, and become ever so worth while.
Nice work, you made me smile :)
Thanks! All you say is very
Thanks! All you say is very true and I'm glad I made you smile :)
Sigh, touching, and a bit
Sigh, touching, and a bit disheartening. Someday I hope to read a poem of two written by you without
it being so sad. Cheer ja piristää pikku perhonen!
Thank you :) Sad thoughts are
Thank you :) Sad thoughts are the ones that make me write, happy poems are more difficult. I guess most of my poems will always be sad.
very nice poem. love the
very nice poem. love the literary illusions; well depicted. keep it up!
Thank you! :)
Thank you! :)