Your easy laughter,
Your sparkling eyes,
How I foolishly wish you were here,
But dreams are fleeting like butterflies,
I’d play a song for you,
I’d show you who I am,
But my scars are still bleeding, still new,
And this dream? What is it but a sham?
I’d give you a rainbow,
I’d give you the pot of gold too,
But the truth is that I know,
I’m just being foolish for you,
Your easy laughter,
Your sparkling eyes,
Oh how I really wish you are here,
You are my dream; dreams are fleeting like butterflies.
Author’s Note: Inspired by a conversation with a friend about rainbows and the pot of gold at the end of it. Also motivated by the overwhelming beauty of an individual I know. Forgive me for the corniness, I was writing this while listening to Remembering Sunday by All Time Low.
And VERY importantly! Image credit on the front page goes to Bloodspit from DeviantArt!
it’s beautiful.
and i especially love the part about rainbows!!
i would put this to music, it’s so melodic.
it would be a mellow tune i imagine.
so pretty..write more please!! i miss your poetry SO much!
Thanks a lot thasha =)
Kai, its beautiful.
like butterflies; nice
love your rhyming.
Thanks man. THanks for dropping by =)