the tiny pinpricks of light
dripping with tragedy
the unmistakable anguish
we mistake for beauty
they form an orchestra
a symphony of hollow music
voices echoing through the dark
heard by none
for we all make up
a graveyard of stars
the light, the hope
buried amongst the dark
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 ) ‧˚...
