I carved a butterfly on my bone.
A symbol of how unfair life has been.
I carved so deep I almost cut my soul.
When do you plan to spread your wings and fly?
Join the others in the sky.
I carved a butterfly on my soul
After contemplating getting it sold.
I carved a butterfly in darkness
In calming death, the destined cold
Shaky hands, soulless breath.
Will you bury me with all my gold ¿
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
