As unedited as the day it was written.
I mean I could, but I find there is something a little more real about things in their original form..Butterflies and Roses
fragile in serenity
safe in anonimity
passed over
not forgotten
on paths
so rarely trodden
I found one
and it flew
found the other
its thorns I knew
alluring
in the mystery
the future
part of history
I sat
I waited patiently
left behind
oh so blatantly
the thoughts
of what had happened
left me
all alone and saddened
the beauty
in different poses
I'm chasing
Butterflies and Roses
pots of gold
forever rainbows
coming to terms
with all I wont know
weighed down
withdrew inside me
shut down
dont want your eyes to see
looked around
inside my hall of thoughts
wondered how you could be caught
searching
for the answers
reasons
for missed chances
unexpectedly
I realised
out of nowhere
I theorised
stupid
I have been
not all
is what it seems
worry
now subsided
certain
I was misguided
irony
in my surprise
not the hunter
not the prize
didnt lose
there is no win
inside me
there was no sin
its your turn
try as you might
are you ready
prepared to fight
intriging
my many poses
Iam
Butterflies
Iam
Roses
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