A little butterfly
Upon my wrist
It never made it to the sky
A shining star
Above my heart
I didn't think it'd fall so far
A silver paintbrush
And Crimson paint
To take away all of the hate
A little butterfly
Torn and tattered
It never thought it had mattered
A shining star
Fading away
I never thought it'd be this way
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryPoetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARN...
