Save me.

A collection of really short poems written by me(mostly),on average around 4 lines.

I was the pretty butterfly
That nested in your bed
You took your little seeds of lies
And planted them within my head

And those seeds grew devine destruction
That fed my mind with fibs
The fibs, they smiled and they giggled
Like young,sweet children in my cribs

And I believed your tasty lies
Fed with a sugared smile
I was your pretty butterfly
It kept me fed for quite a while

One day you opened up your arms
And I flew in without a single care
I didn't focus on your fingers
I didn't see the blade in there

Using it to cut my wings
All I could do was weep and cry
How could you do this, after all
I was your pretty butterfly

You gently drop me from the ledge
You kept my wings but set me free
I'm just a silly butterfly
And you're what death tastes like to me.