the butterflies flew away
the beautiful sunshine was gone
and all that was left
was the ashes of the beautiful painting
i had of you
i turned my back and let it all burn
my eyes close and i let out a sigh
for my heart that didn't do anything but churn
could sleep the night
without the hurt it had to through
after every fight
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lazy writings
Poetrywhat i do when i have free time (when i have homework) somef the stuff are really bad but i thought why not? read at your own risk
