He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
Wings Unfurled
He ripped the wings off the little butterfly, Expecting her to wither and die. Instead, she cocooned in sticky goo, A deep rest she was long overdue.
My tender heart abandoned and betrayed, Once steady nerves now shattered and decayed. Anguish and despair, searing and unfiltered, Leaving me lost and bewildered.
A glass of fire, both bitter and sweet, Whiskey in hand, now tainted, not so neat. Shards of trust deeply cut, their edges raw A sudden plunge, a pit I never saw.
I am the voice inside you. I am the one you feel cheering you on in your darkest times.