I got butterflies,
Dead ones.
But I remember when they were alive.
They were random,
They were free.
They used to wake me up,
And take me to our dreamland.
They were enthusiastic,
Better than me.
They had glitters all over their wings,
Those days were like forever for me,
They were short-lived but complete.
I don't know if I make sense.
I hope that I don't.
It would be a calamity,
If I did.
10-03-2024 , payal.K
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PoetryThis is going to be a random collection of my thoughts that came up in my mind with Rhym. Tbh I want to just speak and speak a lot However don't have potential people to listen.
