Butterfly, butterfly,
Reaching so high into the sky.
Although your freedom lasts a few days,
You don't waste any; you don't waste away.
Blue and black and orange and green,
They have escaped from humanity's machine.
Fly so high, I'll observe you in the sky,
Dainty and beautiful, so I ask myself why?
Oh how can I love anything else dearly,
When you hold my heart and captivate it so queerly?
Time cannot hold you down,
Your patterns cannot begrudge a frown.
So butterfly, butterfly, butterfly in the air,
Be freer than me, be free if you dare.
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Optimistic Pessimism
PoetryA compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") Al...
