I knew a girl, we were alike in many ways,
I never held back, she saw my ugly side,
I told her everything, in her I did confide,
I was her morning star, she was my evening light,
We were there for each other all the time,
I didn't know what she might do some dark, stormy night,
She was once a butterfly so sublime,
But she gradually got worse,
I got better, for a while,
But what for us? For her perhaps a herse. For me, a curse.
I grew calm like the nile,
I have shed so many tears,
perhaps her body still lies in her bed,
for her I have so many fears,
One, her body lives but my butterfly is dead,
Two, she has breathed her very last breath,
Three, that it is all my fault,
Four, that she died a slow and painful death,
So long her memory has lived in its own little vault,
As long as she is there my butterfly will not die,
She cannot stay there any longer. So bye bye my beautiful butterfly.
An english teacher I used to have asked me to write something for a poetry competittion which is how I started writing poetry and this would be my first (slightly bad) poem. And thus lost to a poem of more deserving place in a mainstream school magazine... I edited this a few times because it was in present tense but I changed it a while after, although my teacher liked it... Consolation prize?
