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Butterfly Days
written by Schizophrenic_broken07:19 PM 10/21/04Beautifull in sunlight I flutter,
Through the night I rest my wings.
I dream of love,
For I no not of what it means.
For my heart is as real as water,
But my wings arn't as thick a stone.
Tomorrow, I end it all.
For my wings get torn,
And it's the 3rd day.
The day that I die,
For I am a butterfly.
Broken, Torn, Dead |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Mars_Phoenix (10-21-2004 - 07:23 PM)
by Schizophrenic_broken (10-22-2004 - 09:13 PM)
| Thank you very much, glad you like it...
Ilike your poems to. |
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