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Black butterfly, how is your day?
Soaring peacefully throughout the waves
Crashing down with a certain multitude
It seems as you haven’t flown much today
I’m just wondering...
Are you okay?
Black butterfly look at your wing
Injured by HURT and PAIN
Unintentionally leaving contusions
Leaving the tears to heal your wing
Black butterfly
For better or worse
You still push through the storm
It’s not as clear out
As it was yesterday
How does your heart feel now?
Those clouds don’t seem so dark
Your warmth has melted the sun
No fighting anymore
Black butterfly
Where does love come from?
From the unknown
From the one who’s been through the most
Leaving every beat of your heart
In beat with your beat
Black butterfly
There’s your smile
Lightening up the fallen one
Words spoken
Without hearing a mumbling word
Yet understood
Black butterfly
Allow me to be here
Watching you as you heal
Throbbing inside me
Reaching for the ultimate thrill
Timeout the world
Punishment upon many years
Flying high
Seeking peace on your broken wing
Healing of love
Soothing to a joyous ring
Black butterfly
How high did you soar?
Did you see where heaven and earth meets?
Did you see some worth believing?
Royalty built with loyalty
Sitting on your wealth of trust
Did you meet the one that completes?
The one that mended your broken wing?
Did it hurt?
For them to see?
That life is just as fragile as it can be?
How broken was their wing?
Nice look
I now truly see
Black butterfly
It all became as one?
Realizing you have met your sun
The one who you save as the one
You are better now
Free and loved
Black butterfly
My one and only true dove
The light in my eye
Black butterfly don’t cry
For those tears don’t belong in your eyes
I’m forever to stay
Free and calm
Just like when you fly
In the blue and relaxing sky
home my black butterfly
~SharChar~
Love is some kind of a sweet escape
Who steals a piece out of your heart
And gives it back in another shape
Which does not match the initial part

Love is some kind of a Greek goddess
Who comes on earth to please you
But leaves you no more and no less
Than a punishment to go through

Love is some kind of a tender butterfly
Always beautiful to behold and catch
But hard to keep it from flying away
Or easy to **** it with a flaming match

Love is the sweet escape from yourself
But nobody knows what love is itself
you flutter
in and out
of my life
like a butterfly
through streaks
of forest moonlight
but you are always
here with me
in my heart.
always.
Paul NP 4d
Silver tongue, Gold and Watch:

That which I speaketh Illuminate

My eyes stretched across a euclidian landscape capture the tings and rings of Spherical Sound Souls.

I see saw gently, rythmic gentry. Sea sowing seeds in the sands of time.

Eclectic Suns and Moons share space. Warming rays upon its face. Golden eye, no doubles, 1 and 7 in my name.

Dark Gold, brilliant silvent solver, dissolving desolate dollars.
Caccooning above its collar, the sounds of a scholar, holler.

In the night, wolf pointing bright , howl at the temple, flaming candle, waving sight.

Better fly high up above the city sky.

I spy with my third eye, Ra El. Spiral inspired by the spire, I inquire the next desire, mastered mystery cold blue phire.

So De-Sire me , I fly up the ranks. Strike One, Rank One, The One is Won. I am Wonder with the Word in My World in Thine; all seeing eye.

Eyes Shine.
I Sign.

The Nameless One
When butterflies fly
Dreams die.

They’ll fly south
Child better shut your mouth.

Avoid the freeze
Someone help us please.
s Willow Jan 8
My dark colored butterfly. Why do you stay?
Others could make you so much happier.
You have beautiful majestic wings;
why don’t you use them to fly away?
Fly higher than anyone could reach.
Fly faster and further.
You could fly away but you stay here with me, why.

Maybe I don’t want me dark colored, female butterfly. We started well, then started fighting.
We fight everyday.
We have done things I don’t regret.
I hate her, she says one thing and I love her.

We fight again.
I lover her,
I hate her,
I love her,
I hate her,
I love her?

My annoying, heartless, dark colored, female butterfly. I want her gone, but I want to stay with her.
The dark colored butterfly.
I won’t let your expectations suffocate me,
I won’t conform to this,

Like a caterpillar in a cocoon,
I’m going through a metamorphosis.
Laughter lilting,
Smiles ascending,
Warm breeze rushes by;
Yellow winged monarchs
In July
Aishah Jan 4
butterflies can't see their wings
they can't see how
thin lines, bolded curves, vibrant colours
could come together
to create their perfect self.
they can't see their own beauty
but the rest of the world can

you see me and you see
the thin lines on my skin
the bolded curves of my stomach
the vibrant colours in my heart
all the things I couldn't see perfectly
come together to create
my perfect self for you

you love me
and I love you
for I am your butterfly
and you are my world
he calls me his rama rama

a short letter to my lover, page two
Poetic T Jan 3
Within every motion is a consequence,
     for with wings there is motion.
Disturbing the flow of the world around it.

For with a sting there is but one consequence,
              a flutter of tasteful demise for oneself.
The pain on the other is fleeting,
                   for life was about on point.

But when a thousand wings flutter,
                       they move more than mountains.
for a breath when made by the many can influence
                        more than just a point made in anger.
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