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Fleeting as Butterflies

Jan 21, 2009 Featured, Literature, Poetry

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!

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