Sweet little butterfly.
Are you happy?
Fluttering around with glee.
But then, if I cut you up,
Will you still be?
Sweet litttle butterfly,
Why do you fly?
Do you think I can't catch you
If you're up that high?
I'll grab you by your wings,
Then, I'd like to see you try.
Sweet little butterfly,
Why are you so pretty?
You are probably envied by many.
If I cut your wings,
Then we shall see,
If you will still be able
to amuse me.
Sweet little butterfly,
Are you scared?
Don't be, for the world is too harsh
for you to bare.
I'll do you a favor now, you will see.
Let me put you out of your misery.
YOU ARE READING
Pieces of Me
PoesíaNot your typical book of poems, simply because my mind is a dark and dangerous place. This features just that. Enjoy.
