Black Butterflies

Black Butterflies

A Poem by megalOmaniac
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Love is a funny thing. It makes you write strange poetry that doesn't seem to make much sense later.

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Strange afloating..lifted above the clouds, dropped like a stone..
No fear, no regret..detached, observing..a third person watching..
Watching, waiting, Faith had left, yet when the uncaring began to sink into my bone,
You said you loved me..

Black butterflies..
Reaching out to me from the mist and shadow..
Black butterflies..
Raise me up and never let go..

Trust completely i never could..self-deceiving though I am..
You know..I pretend..play our parts nevertheless..
With my presence your life i damned..Yet..
You said you loved me..

Black butterflies..
Reaching out to me from the mist and shadow..
Black butterflies..
Raise me up and never let go..

© 2010 megalOmaniac


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beautiful wording and imagery and a lovely read full of life

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow. this one was amazing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is poetry! Nice!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Love is like drowning, in sand. You can't breathe and yet, you want another taste of what it is you can't breathe. But the heart is breakable, bendable, and never loses shape. I prefer to think of love as a rollercoaster...you ride it until the end and then you get on another one; just keep your head down and your arms and legs inside until it stops! :P

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. beautiful poetry ... makes perfect sense to me ... p.s. ... did you know the butterfly was originally called the flutter by? ...


Posted 13 Years Ago


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megalOmaniac
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