Butterfly Blade
oh butterfly how you used to be my friend at night
watching you fluttter as blood took over my sight
a little winged creature so innocent and sweet
nobody knew it was my skin you used to meet
butterfly kisses on my skin so nice and cool
red ink flowing on the ground into its own pool
oh how we loved to cry
when morning came and we had to say good bey
a day without you made my heart ache
walking around with a smile i hade to fake
butterfly how could your spell be so strong
for i was hooked on you for way to long
my arms i have to show for my regret
as i used to live my life in red
as i broke off your wings your image did fade
all that was left was the truth all along, you were just a blade
Copyright © Amelia Laubscher | Year Posted 2014
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