Pink Butterfly

The Pink butterfly is now leaving, her journey ends in weeping, The pain she gained along the path, helped her to tighten her knot, She will travel to the other side, where bees aren’t there, she won’t need to hide, Keeping the strength, leaving the pain, and moving forward after the heavy rain… The Pink Butterfly needs to fly high, beyond the hind of her wall, To see what is in store for her, after she quelled from her moisten shell, She decided to pull over to seek for another place and move over, Life is what we make, fate is what we made, and careful to make another mistake… Thus, If you ever have something in your heart that you wanted to say, You better start talking before she will be gone and fades away, No turning back, she always says, since she had enough reasons not to stay, If you ever have something to say, say it now, she still has the heart to heed… somehow…