You were a butterfly
With beauty
And innocence
Yet that boy
Pinned you
To the cork board
To inspect you
To torture you
With no sign
Of tenderness
Like the petals
Of a flower
That he had
Once showed
And the pin
He pierced
Into your chest
Wasn't as painful
As the betrayal
That had singed
Your wings
So you couldn't fly
Away
From his
Thorn-like hold
Caging you in
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