We ask about our days
And love to talk at night
And wonder what we are going to write or paint next?
Because that is all we ever think about is us.
YOU ARE READING
The Butterflies take flight
PoetryThe birds of love In a tattoo of roses And loved by the moon But the tattoos of us Turn into the butterflies Of the sky.
We ask ourselves about our days and our nights
We ask about our days
And love to talk at night
And wonder what we are going to write or paint next?
Because that is all we ever think about is us.
