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Apr 2014
Clench in the hand not
Why would it be different for him
He is the same as I
We of strong Will
We must fly
Why then I, act as if I could possibly capture
such a creature as I?
Why act a fool, cannot seem to help myself
I, babble like a fool and wish for more too
But fool am I as my number passed by without the use of it
I want so bad I clenched my hand trying to capture it
He fly away without delay and I thought for sure I blew it
But I cannot forget just what it is that I want and was drawn to
Happens to be quite like me and flutters away
In dismay I was left to play and I am still quite missing my bb
I realize today I've acted in ways that would make a butterfly run
as I had begun to close my hand and try to capture it
As hard as it is so me to think before I react this all is a small task
to let you land peacefully on an open and that will not try again to close on you~
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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