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free cee OF BRICKS AND BUBBLES
A BUTTERFLY BLOWING BUBBLES
I was catching bubbles in a butterfly net for beauty’s sake
Needless ‘tis to say sans any success
The second I secured one it would summarily break
And I left with but bubbles that burst to confess
First I was cursed when the last bubble burst
A rainbow reflecting orb that orbited a galaxy of glory
But bubbles burst as was well rehearsed
And alas a lady’s allegiance became all but an allegory
The bubbles were the lady’s biblical sign of sorrow
A parable comparable to pain
The butterfly net an ineffective trap untamed by tomorrow
Because bubbles don’t fare well in the rain
That rain was a metaphor for a meteor shower
The sky’s tale told by tempestuousness and temptation
A symbol of sordidness and a parable of power
A fable able to create total alienation
Damn girl
The consequence of your comeuppance screwed things up completely
Not to mention quite indiscreetly
You messed things up in a major way
By a means of misery only the heartless may
You turned beautiful bubbles into beleaguering bricks
With flagrantly fragrant candles missing their wicks
You burst my bubble of beauty by begetting the misbegotten
And now you and those burst bubbles may never be forgotten
Because damn girl………..
You really and royally screwed things up
So excuse me as I try catching bubbles in a half-empty cup
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