Mulberry Trees And Butterflies
The phone rings red
Like an accusation
Love is fleeting not dead
Embrace emancipation
No longer a thing teal
Fantastic run we had
I no longer fuchsia feel
Sad that you are mad
I have to be selfish
Like you were to me
I’m allergic to shellfish
And you swam straight to me
As a purple people pleaser
Wanted to be your everything
Chameleon love life a teaser
Joy left me with the spring
Mulberry trees dance in breeze
And butterflies rage a ballet
I’m a sunflower of golden peace
And self love secretes serenade
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