her eyes were dreary
and her thoughts were clusters of nebulae
the silent atmosphere was disrupted
by her loud, complex, and disorientated mind
for once her laughter brought kaleidoscopes in her eyes
but all you can hear is the fluttering sound of a butterfly's wings
for those were the last flutters that made her feel alive
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
her eyes were dreary
and her thoughts were clusters of nebulae
the silent atmosphere was disrupted
by her loud, complex, and disorientated mind
for once her laughter brought kaleidoscopes in her eyes
but all you can hear is the fluttering sound of a butterfly's wings
for those were the last flutters that made her feel alive
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