She was something like a daydream.
Too rare for this world.
She was poetry in motion.
Art gliding on city streets.
She was so weird and so crazy
that dreamt she could find someone to hold.
Someone who was just like her.
Rare, Crazy, Lovable, Art, Poetry.
The real crazy bit
is that she believed the first person who told her
the words that she'd been dying to hear
ever since her mother painted her into reality.
"I love you,"
the wickedly beautiful man said.
And she believed him.
How could she not?
Those words were a dream come true.
He was a dream come true.
He looked rare. He looked like poetry. He looked like art.
But then, she found herself in a fairytale,
without a happy ending.
Oh, the young Mona Lisa,
too naive, too beautiful, too rare.
Too easy to fool.
He did what all wicked men do,
he lied to her,
and broke her heart.
Now she lies on a bed of loneliness,
her mind filled with words that turned out to be lies
and daydreams that had turned to dust.
Her pages are now splattered with darkness.
Her art burnt to ash. Her poetry frozen in time.
Only because she believed that fantasy.
She loved him more than life itself.
She had him engraved on her soul.
before he left, she told him:
"I will love you forever.
Until the paint in me runs dry,
and poets lose their rhyme.
I will cherish you
more than the air that I breathe."
YOU ARE READING
Black Butterfly
Poetrythis is a book filled with original poetry by Kamogelo Modirwa. This book describes the journey I went through to find myself again after the many internal battles I had to fight and the journey that I needed to go on before I could earn my wings...
