life fluttering by;
a child running after a butterfly turns adult.
the butterfly's wings flap beautifully through the wind,
the child—now grown—chases the beauty, hands raised and grabbing at the pretty patterns portrayed in its dainty wings.
as the child grows bigger, its arms get closer and closer to the faintly flapping wings.
inching closer
closer
closer
until then
snatch!
the child catches the butterfly.
excitement, then lonesome
regret fills the child as it unclenches its hand
crumped within its grasp, the butterfly twitched painfully.
tears pouring, pooling from the child's eyes
sorrow,
beauty taken for granted,
the child wishes for time to fall back
return to what once was
but alas,
what's done is done.
YOU ARE READING
i feel
Poetrythis is kinda gonna be like where i drop some feels and idk whatever i feel like writing
