Soft sweet kiss, of steel on skin, so many veins, where to begin? To feel again, for a moment in time, and see my blood, on this skin of mine. But for what? I do not know. My wrists they sting, and it is so.
I'm sorry for promising things I could never give for not staying up with you for not making you happy for forgetting for not being her for being human
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 The words caused 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 simple things Rolled them in a bundle As well, her precious wings
She took off on a journey As every day was kept A map of where she traveled By every tear 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 creeks and valleys What ever she did meet Touching each and every stone Beneath her tiny feet Around the world she traveled Her 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 A beauty sharp and sweet A stone now lay upon the ground Below these tired feet Though different was this relic Such beauty not concealed 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 she 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 this morning Spread your fancy wings Follow me this summer’s eve And 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
Her name is that of a flower much like the ones you find in the middle of a beautiful field just living life and being so beautiful without much effort just swaying in the wind and kissing the morning sunshine smiling at the ladybugs as they flit by she is just like that flower innocent, a part of nature and a glorious sight for sore eyes I long to pick her and put her in a vase to capture her essence but alas, we all know what happens when we take a flower from it's natural home and ask it to live life to it's fullest while it's roots are drowning in tap water no daisy picking today