I was told
There will be butterflies
Or maybe I just assumed
I actually don't remember
talking about butterflies
But then again
I don't remember much
I do remember
The way the atmosphere cracked
Under the pressure of your glance
We always destroyed the air between us
Maybe we're real cause
Of all those holes in the ozone layer
I wouldn't be surprised
I was told there would be butterflies
And instead I found global warming
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
