I drew a buttery,
To stay alive.
I drew it to be free,
I drew it for you and for me.
I had it on my wrist
For about a week,
I had it on my thigh
So I wouldn't cheat.
I had to much stress,
I apologized,
For not having enough rest,
For giving in and failing the test.
My butterflies died,
They taunted me.
My butterflies cried,
So I killed them.
I killed them,
In cold blood.
I killed them,
For more love.
I'm a murderer,
The innocent butterflies,
The died in vain,
So I covered them up with lies.
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!
