My little Butterflies.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Encore please.


Why is it that every time checked, 
you're just not in.
Everything was just sealed up.
Just one look from you just unsealed everything,
just like that; Snap!

You honestly do have a way of driving anyone insane.
Especially the one who tries stealing a specific organ from you.


She's just here.
Right in front of you.
I'm waiting.
But this wait feels endless and hopeless.
like waiting for rain in a drought.
A drought that does not seem to have an end.

The only rain here are for the ants.
Who feel these salty liquid come crashing down on them.
Flowing rivers of pointedly pointless streaks.
Waiting for a different sort of rain to stop this one right here.


You're that cloud.
Not bringing rain, but comes with sunshine.
Come intertwine with this broken cloud,
and maybe rainbows will spark.


That girl;
killed all her feelings.
Well at least she tried.
All she hoped was for him to turn around,
and tell her she's his forever.

His heart was hard to miss,
but She ran out of arrows.
Ripping her ribs out,
just to aim another.


Now this little frog waits some more.
Hoping for miracles of rain to hit.
He denies it all.
But deep down, 
you are the pool to it.

"Please come be the drought to this flood."
Sincerely; me.


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