Hey little butterfly
flying in the sky
May I ask a question that's
as simple as pie
May I ask why your wings are
cut and scared
Was it the words of evil people or the demons in your head
Was it the pain deep in your heart
Was it the rocks falling from the sky
Pelting you, as you flew by
What are you doing little Butterfly
your far to precious to die
Please put down the knife
So you can rest just for one night
Believe me little Butterfly you'll be alright
YOU ARE READING
My poems
RandomThis book contains all the poems I've written over the past two years. j will try and update every day.
