Many, many years ago
When the earth was new
There lived a lovely butterfly
Her wings of brightest blue
Everyday was happy
As she fluttered all around
Visiting each precious bloom
Each garden they were found

Till one day by courier
A message she received
The news was far from happy
Causing her to grieve
Her mate was lost in battle
It broke her fragile heart
Never more would there be joy
Her world was torn apart

To show her grief she slowly
Removed her precious wings
Discarded everything she loved
The memories they bring
Then wrapped about her body
In a way to show her grief
A drab cocoon of teardrops
Then sat in disbelief

She could not eat, could not sleep
Her sadness did abound
So worried was her family
They often came around
Not to be a burden
She packed her many things
Her old medicine bundle
As well, her precious wings

She took off on a journey
As every day was kept
A map of where she traveled
By the tears she wept
The sadness so consuming
Her head she held so low
Downcast eyes the path she took
A heart that’s beating slow

Crossing o’er the fields
Creeks and valley streams
Touching each and every stone
Beneath her tiny feet
Around the world she walked
Lest journeys filled in length
For many days and many months
Running short of strength

About to end the story
Her broken heart near death
She prayed for time to hurry
Her last and final breath
For love had left her being
Wandering alone
That day her mate did breathe no more
The message she was shown

When seemingly from nowhere
The beauty sharp and sweet
A stone now lay upon the ground
Below these tired feet
Though different was this stone
The slightest joyous feel
The loveliness this stone possessed
Her sorrow slowly healed

It lay as a reminder
That ugliness might play
But found within this sorrow
Some beauty was displayed
And then her eyes did open
The perfect shade of brown
When then noticed wonders
Were waiting to be found

Like diamonds in the river
A perfect flower’s bloom
So happy had she now become
She cast off her cocoon
Shook the dust from on her wings
The brightest color blue
Put them on and offered thanks
This chance at life anew

She danced the dance of butterflies
And spread her story wide
To family and friends alike
The truth she did confide
In loss there will be sorrow
But life is just a time
Remember but the good you had
And you will be just fine

In everything is beauty
All that you will see
Whether in the rising sun
Or stones beneath your feet
Always find the goodness
It lies before you eyes
I promise you’ll find happiness
When you realize

So dance with me my posy
Spread your fancy wings
Follow me this winter’s eve
See the joy it brings
If ever you feel sorrow
Don’t forget the chance
Gives thanks to all the good you have
And let your spirit dance

He doesn't actually like me the way he should
He's messing with fool's gold, not knowing
His golden love is fake

No, why should he
When he developed a crush from reading my words
Over the summer when I wasn't there
While he liked her for the ones she spoke
With a smile thrown across the lunch table?

You built a bridge out of straws, lover boy
And maybe one day it'll come crashing down
With me standing among the rubble saying
"I told you so, now **** it up"
And then you would realize you built a stone bridge
For her, not for me

But until then, I'm happy with the metal's shine
As long as you don't mind the pyrite
So that one day you can find the real gold
The one that lets you like me the way you should

No, I will not be undecided
When those indecisions flourish
Into thorn bushes with no roses
Why should I stay insecure
If my doubts might dig a hole
For me to which be stashed in

I can already feel my strength faltering
Like looking up at the sky on a foggy day
With the sudden realization that
All the birds and planes are gone
And the sky is void of life

But I will not let the clouds hover
No, I made my decision
I love him, **** it, and no one else
The thorn bushes will not faze me
Shall I reach in the tangle
For a rose

They said, you like him
Even though you're "like a sister to him"
And even though you deny it
Yet they still say so

Do you, really? Think he's not your type?
When you keep insisting "he's such a nice guy"
And "give it a few years, he'll be hot as hell"
But then gag at the mention of being an item?

What if you do have feelings for him?
Oh, what a sly little trickster you'd be
To steal what your best friend loves
All the while shrugging at me for suggesting it

So, is what they say true?
What do you talk about when no one is around?
Should I be worried?
Or just let my thoughts rot
On dead trees and graphite?

Why do I show my love so often?

Cracked lips that
Barely whisper my name and
I still want to kiss them like
It's do-or-die

The question then becomes
Why don't you show your love more often?