Hearts are like butterflies
They flit and flutter around people we love
But some people might touch their wings
Without thinking, without even knowing
And the sad thing of butterflies' wings
Is that they crumble every time they are touched
So even though you have touched my wings
To the brink of their destruction
The butterfly in my chest continues to beat its wings for you
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PuisiThese are some of the poems I've written that are a result of me attempting to try my hand at poetry after falling in love with Dead Poets Society
