You drew butterflies,
I didn't have to.
You know why?
Cause you were my butterfly.
It was you who kept me going,
It was you who held my strength,
It was you who had my key,
It was you who set me free.
Everytime I had the urge,
I'd either call, text, message,
Sometimes I'd look at photos,
Others old messages.
You my little butterfly.
Your not dead butterfly.
Your sitting pretty butterfly.
Cause your still alive butterfly.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
