Millions [Poetry]

the prospects of wandering butterflies

the prospects of wandering butterflies

march23twenty17

i want to paint the world.

i want to fly as a million of the darkest doves, as an angel whose downside is up.

i want to hold hands in my own, to treasure so deeply and with such loyalty that it permanently statuettes me golden.

i want to be the world.

lift me higher, arms unknown, splashed with all a color paint. take me to the stars, so that i may fall into your loving arms.

lining ties with sealant, except it's the cheapest kind of sealent, the kind that chips away after a fight you never meant to have.

throw me into the ocean - swim with me into beyond. i'd love to have a dream come true, for it to be more than a mirage.

see me sparkle, i'll give it to you! the shining's all i've really had to do, since you were gone and i kept crying, everyone could tell i was really dying.

tears stained light blue, stronger at least. i'd love to explore the horizon with you, let's paint the world in the colors unknown.

looking up sunshine, things will be alright. hold on for me til the end.