with you
i was a bubble
glowing iridescent
a shimmer of opal
under your warmth
but the just as
you had built me up
your outstretched finger
came poking at me
and with your childish giggle
i was gone
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poetry⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
004. bubble
with you
i was a bubble
glowing iridescent
a shimmer of opal
under your warmth
but the just as
you had built me up
your outstretched finger
came poking at me
and with your childish giggle
i was gone
