White butterflies,
The purist white,
Reminds us of your soul,
How pure.
You were taken to fast,
To fast,
From our family.
We miss you,
Your little laugh,
Your little cries,
Your little body.
You were only with us for
A couple months, then a
God said Never-mind and
Snatched you to the stars
Without warning.
You becoming a star was to
Fast for us to accept,
The fact you were gone,
For good.
We miss you
You would be 8 this year,
Your soul was always pure,
Like white butterflies,
Your new free form from the
Corruption of humanity
Oh how we miss you so,
Your little white butterflies.
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poetry: the darkness before light
Storie brevihere are all the poems I have written so far, I thought I would give it a chance because I have never written poems until today and people kept encouraging me to write more so I am giving it a shot. WARNING! these poems contain: - self harm - possib...
