Butterflies have always fluttered on my wrists
Up my forearms they lay a kiss
.
Reminding me that they are free
But showing me they would never leave
.
Even if their small wings failed
My heart is still locked in jail
.
My butterflies I’ve always hid
But in reality who do I kid
.
As I pulled and tugged on my sleeves
A heavy weight do i heave
.
No matter how hot or sweaty I got
Peace in my mind is what I sought
.
One day the butterflies began to fly
I thought they would forever leave my mind
.
I saw them go for months and weeks
I let a few tears fall from my cheeks
.
I would miss the comfort that they brought
But their return is something that I fought
.
One day their wings made a return
Their soft kisses were something I yearned
.
Butterflies migrate too
And sometimes they go somewhere new
.
From my forearms did they travel
To my thighs to continue the battle
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Clouds of Thought
PoetryPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112
