i was a daisy in
a field of thousands
you came by skipping
picked me up out of us all
and sat down, observing me
with your scrutinizing little eyes
as you tore off my petals
whispering under your breath
"he love me, he loves me not"
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MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poésie⁰⁰⁰ 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 ) ‧˚...
