Once
She held me tight
She held me close
Her face so bright,
So rose
Once
We joined our hands
Bathed in the light
Nothing could've stranded
Our delight
But her smile cracked
Like glass
Glowing teeth of lies
Chaotic words, emotionless
Angry flies
Then she kissed me goodbye
And by the end of spring
I began to die
Unseen
Now I sit in the dark
Wishing for her eyes,
To hear once more her words' spark:
Sweet, sweet butterflies
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC
Once
She held me tight
She held me close
Her face so bright,
So rose
Once
We joined our hands
Bathed in the light
Nothing could've stranded
Our delight
But her smile cracked
Like glass
Glowing teeth of lies
Chaotic words, emotionless
Angry flies
Then she kissed me goodbye
And by the end of spring
I began to die
Unseen
Now I sit in the dark
Wishing for her eyes,
To hear once more her words' spark:
Sweet, sweet butterflies
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