butterfly

20 06 2008

butterfly
its fading
your smell..amongst the scents of a Taipei morning
lost
the moment
i shouldve left the car
but the sun got caught in your hair
bright red
nothing else mattered
no tomorrow

morals faded
my face in your hands
for that moment i was yours
completely
your voice broke my heart
as i found your hands
resembling mine
too much to bear
so
dont forget us
but dont hold on
butterflies cant
be framed and dried
so fly angel
fly
~Dahmer

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20 06 2008
tomachfive

Sent chills down my spine, pleasantly.

it’s a beautiful poem, thanks for visiting

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