Watching The Butterfly

Delicate wings,

so colorful.

Gliding, soaring,

flying away.

I watch the butterfly,

and wish I could fly too.

I'd be gone so fast,

you wouldn't even notice.

But I don't have beautiful wings,

like a butterfly.

I can't fly away like I wish.

So I just watch, dream,

and count my tears.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 11-16-02. I wrote this during a time when I just needed to get away, fly across the country, and be with someone that really loves me.

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