If I were to compare you
To a butterfly
Perhaps hues of vibrant orange could portray your personality
Just as the dark tones of a black abyss could describe your depression
If I were to compare you
To a butterfly
I would imagine you could not help your self but to land upon red roses of radiant beauty only to become tangled up in thorns
I can only wait here
A lonely sunflower of lusterless yellow
Hoping that one day you would land upon me
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
I watch as the smoke clears
Your delicate finger tips clasped around one of the few last anchors you had not yet lost to the sea
Our eyes meet but for a second
You look away
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC