You Call Butterflies
You call butterflies
with a dead flower bouquet,
dark macabre sweetness;
Hypnotic color,
steel frozen inside petals
bulletproof blossom;
An inspiration;
Soothing calm wafts in the air
pulling others up;
I can’t close my eyes
to this world you have opened;
You call butterflies;
Holding me with you always,
Honey, I’m lost without you.
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