Alone amidst the snow's embrace,
Your bloodied path, a silent trace.
From afar, I watched your grace,
In melancholy's watery space.
Oh, my fragile butterfly, so fair,
Should have soared on wings of air.
Oh, my cherished one, beware,
Should have fled the world's despair.
Trampled blossoms, muddied sight,
Unseen by all, in fading light.
Moon's wane, stars take flight,
A splash, you vanish from sight.
Cold upon the snow you lay,
Iridescent wings, led astray.
Dragging, towards eternal day,
In bloodied path, you fade away.
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
