Butterflies kept inside my chest I'll save them for a less than sunny day. tucked inside my bed where I lay. the winged creatures inside me at bay flipping and flying contently at play. they move from my chest far to my brain where they stay, My mind starts to wander, these insects are incessant theyre my constant thoughts. disguised as beautiful winged creatures, but most are not. my dark thoughts are moths to be swatted away, some have bright wings. the beautiful ones just don't seem to stay. This hidden part of me, can be quite gray. I try to drown all my monsters, Like when Noah built the ark. Sail away with my beautiful creatures. The moths swimming like basking sharks. These are unseen by many and observed by few. I gain a moth, and lose a monarch Every time they're met by someone new, Or my broken heart. But who's to say there's no beauty in something dark.