There's Beauty in the way She Dies

This one is about a love that I can't have but still in the end I yearn for.... It's also about going through the changes with the one I love and how my own love change in the process...

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so weak
Butterflies lies in disguise
How can I enjoy her paradise
If fruit flies never dies
Though they only surround her for a minute
Still there are too many for me to even endeavor
Yes, sometimes I do wonder about her flavor
Is it bitter sweet???
Doesn't a peach cobbler needs cinnamon???
Going ahead and send them in
One solider did march
Creating beautiful life
Too bad he didn't make her his wife
But that's another story that I can't tell
"Boyd you hear her calling your name"
Envy is the reason I left
What a picture perfect family
That's all I needed
Now its all clear
How can I compete with her father???
When I too still long for mines
Though my mother finally moved on
Still time to time she thinks about him
Pig tails always makes for a perfect smile
Sitting at the back of the church
Just watching the both of them smile
I told my brothers that I have to move on
They agree but at the same time they ask
"What if its true love???
Eventually lust fades away
And a badder dame comes and takes her place
But still she stay on your mind
Like time, your heart clicks with every second that goes away
So why not try???"
I'm so weak
When it comes to her and me
Every piece that I have it doesn't complete
Every poem that I wrote it doesn't fill in the void
I know she thinks that I am crazy
But Jesus die for us
Knowing that people would not praise him
And still he show them love
So I guess I am simply saying
If grace from above still can show love
Than I can too
Though we might not ever be together
Still it makes for a great ending
To a lovely novel
Trails and tribulation
A common interest
For we both shared our sorrows
To the most high
We both cried
Though tears you and I never saw
In the inside is where all was lost
Butterflies lies in disguise
We both seek
Common wealth
We both plead
Sturdy health
Wrapped inside a cocoon
Is my white butterfly
And I, just a moth
She blossom and bloom
Oh she's so pretty
Everyone admires grace
I'm so weak, I'm so, I'm so weak
My wings are rudder
I enjoy the moon light
As I fly
Not wanting the public attention
Not even for my love
Unless we make love
Than I shall climb to the mountain top
Letting the world know that she's mines
And to the fruit flies that only lasted a minute
I shall watch them all die.....
Oh how I love my lovely butterfly
No longer does she hides in disguise
Because of I,
No longer am I ashamed to admit
That there's beauty in the way she dies
For my love has changed
Finally I am at peace
The moth, I must be
Just like Jesus Christ
Only I can drink from this cup
I shall sacrifice my only love
To be with her
Rather its friendship or companionship
I shall always be there in spirit
For I pray to God at night
Knowing that he'll make the both of them safe
I pray, for all of her family and whoever she's connect to
My only obsession is hoping that nothing ever bad happens to her
I already confess my feelings
And I hope she gets married soon
Because I hate seeing her alone
I hate that I can't be the one right next to her

Author's Note

I name this "There's Beauty in the Way She Dies" First off please don't get freaked out by the title. I am simply saying that we as human go through changes that causes us to either do two things: Mature or Just get a little older. Meaning we learn and develop or we just continue in our ways and never change for the better. So when I say there's beauty in the way she dies I'm simply saying the old her. Her meaning my love for her... My old love died and my new love for her has risen... So yeah I had to explain that because I didn't want anyone to misunderstand me. Okay lastly I am basing my love for her off John 3:16 "For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." In saying that I must reiterate don't freak out.... I use a lot of symbolism in my poems.. Okay, My love who is represent by this butterfly who I am chasing but in order to have her I must first give something. So I love her so much that I give her my all. And if she believes in my all than she shall gain a everlasting love. Now it goes deeper than that I too must give myself something in return because they are others who wants this butterfly that I am chasing. So I give myself the opportunity to change for my love hoping that she'll noticed my effort but it backfires and I become a moth instead of a butterfly like her. So now I am all alone still wanting her love, dreaming about her love, writing about her love, hoping something will set the course right but still I end up empty. Finally I accept my fate and accept who I am. I can't explain all of it because than that'll kill all of the buzz and etc... But I will say this it's only about one female this time... And I feel like this is the best one yet... I dug deep and let it all go..... It is what it is.... I didn't do this for the likes or for her to even notice. I did this because I love to write..... And writing shall always be my first love..... Enjoy...

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

This is a love story for the ages and remember if you can't have her you will always keep her in your heart safe and in dew time another butterfly will come along just a beautiful as she was and wanting to share a full life with you the way God meant it to be the right person will come your way but meet the challenge of today and say a prayer for her and bless her. Good Writings my Friend.

[stars are far]

that was very wonderful work.. I enjoyed it until the end

[Emily]

What a great poem!
Well done!

[R Smith]

This is brilliant, an epic poem that holds the attention throughout, so much content that relates a story of love unrequited though you pursued her throughout it becomes a fruitless task and acceptance of loss leads to the feelings of love turning to hopes for her to live in peace and happiness even though this may have to be with another, a remarkable journey through love and loss that brings hope rather than bitterness, it's more to our good when we can love and lose with grace, well written my friend :)