At first, there were bubbles,
which turned into butterflies,
and then the butterflies grew into fireworks,
and everything was perfect.
Evntually though, the fireworks lost their spark and there was only fire.
The flames popped all the bubbles, killed the butterflies, and left my heart chard, and black.
And just like something burnt, I no longer feel anything anymore.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
At first, there were bubbles,
which turned into butterflies,
and then the butterflies grew into fireworks,
and everything was perfect.
Evntually though, the fireworks lost their spark and there was only fire.
The flames popped all the bubbles, killed the butterflies, and left my heart chard, and black.
And just like something burnt, I no longer feel anything anymore.
