An abstract butterfly’s wings
Are made of unpractical things
Rings, springs, flings, and pings
It tries to fly but fails to flutter
There isn't enough fuel
In its tank, so all it does is sputter

Recalled a voice say
“I’ll teach you.”

The only thing is,
“I can’t reach you.”

Never learned
How to climb

I was always
Afraid of
What I’d find

The rope
Dangled
So high

Some ropes,
Aren’t meant
To be climbed

Remember when it rained,
Poured down in stripes
It always falls
Melancholy on
Shoulders & shoes
Where do we go
When it leaves
Where do we go
A bird soars out
An open window
To the deepest blue
The words the glue
On mended wings
A bird soars high

you talk so much
and
I like to watch you talk
about the things you like
things you don't like;
but the way you
talk about me
to me
makes me feel
whole again.

R.M.

Hurt
Effect it has
Makes me strong
A better human

You say we’re one and the same
You agree with me that
We’ll see what this is
I haven’t let you go
I’m caught up on you
Tied with a ribbon and bow
We’ll see infinity until tomorrow
It could be anything
We could be on the same wavelength
A frequency going the distance
Traveling side by side
Rocking out and enjoying the ride
It could be anything