Be Free, Butterfly

"Do you remember, butterfly?" -Secondhand Serenade, Your Call

 

Be Free, Butterfly

 

Do you remember,

My sweet butterfly?

 

Those nights

The stars were glistening,

 

How we spoke

Of all things small and big?

 

 

 

Do you remember,

My great angel?

 

Those sunrises,

Arms embraced,

 

Smiling and whispering,

“Good morning, sunshine”?

 

 

 

Do you remember,

My valiant knight?

 

Those evenings

I would cry and scream.

 

You held me tight,

And promised your love?

 

 

 

Do you remember,

My handsome prince?

 

Those pretty words

Of comfort and love.

 

My eyes shining for you,

My mouth smiling for you?

 

 

 

Do you remember,

My enamoring chéri?

 

One night,

When the moon was glowing,

 

You packed your bags and left,

Taking peices of me with you?

 

 

 

Can you recall,

When that change came?

 

When my world collapsed,

And yours was re-built?

 

You are walking a path,

On which I am no longer welcome.

 

Look for that sunshine,

Who will light your way and lift your heart.

 

Author's Note

haha, i know all the butterflies are kind of random, but i like it :)
and im a little apprehensive about this one because its in first-person and i havent written like that in awhile.

Reviews

[qaralynn]

nice poem..like it..
good job

[D. Pesek]

This is really well written. Besides the last part about the change, a firefly could have worked perfectly for this poem, since the scene depicted is evening/night time. I loved this poem and look foward to reading more of your work.

[KyRa A.]

wow thnx for the review ;)

I actually loved this poem because it is a sweet love story and it has good description and vocabulary it is also amazing how in the words you used you can picture everything you are saying. great job!!!!!!

KEEP IT UP!

[Rachel]

the beginning: i wish i had that. i so loved reading it. the end too i mean, the whole thing. but ahh the beginning. i wish i had that.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I like it
Great Job

[Nyida Strong]

Beautiful! A writer's sorrow over something as simple and complicated as love. You leave the reader wondering why your prince, your knight packed and left. What happened? Will you tell us? No, I think not, but the mystery is so tantalizing that we, as readers, are better off not knowing. I love that you've written this almost completely in questions. It forces the reader, even subconsciously to answer those questions in some way. Well done, I loved it!

N. Strong

[Renia Cipriani]

Ah, Nora. This is a beautiful piece. It really touched me. I'm trying to find a favorite like, but I can't. There are too many. I love the point of view you have for this poem, and the switch between the man in woman. Keep writing in this point of view, it's beautiful. :)

[Padma]

"You packed your bags and left,
Taking pieces of me with you?" These lines are very touching.
I liked the contrasting roles of the lover with changing life situations....sometimes a tender butterfly...sometimes a brave knight.

[Nicole Archer]

Darling, you have a natural eye for beauty.
"Do you remember, My valiant knight?
Those evenings I would cry and scream.
You held me tight, And promised your love? "
Wow, well done and great read.

[-WolfReaper (NERV)]

Arugh now i feel like a *&$%. no reason for that though.><

Nice one, Nora. It hit me.

I don't really know what i should say now.