From flower to flower, they say the butterfly works every hour. Sucking out sweet nectar, from the bellies of beautiful flowers. But, there was just only one flower, and for you, wasn't enough for your desire. That flower was me, and that butterfly was you. Now, that you've sucked me dry, you left me to rot inside.
If only I listened to the warning
Heard the alarm when it was buzzing
If only I stopped running
Or even turned slightly
I would have noticed you were a phony
And the reason why I'm all lonely
If only I could have thrown a glance
Maybe, I wouldn't have been in this mess at last.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Heyo guys, this is just another snack–size one. I'm so busy with work. So, I might update once or twice a week. Plus, I like giving you guys the best. I don't wanna write too many short poems.
So, bear with me.
I hope you continue to enjoy reading as always. ;-)
Arigato! <3
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Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
