Box Of Butterflies

The thorn on the rose was too sharp
It cut through us & it broke my heart
It took away who we were
Left me alone, bruised & scarred

You could see it all up my arm
your name engraved
Paved, into my skin
Worse than a tattoo
as past is unremovable  

I remember the last day with you
It was painful but so beautiful
because I saw your smile for the last time
Before it stopped being mine

Then from your face it disappeared
but every time I shut my eyelids it reappears
your soft voice tormenting me
Whispering my name in the cold breeze
your loving & tender touch
making me weak at the knees

Butterflies were a myth until you came along
I never had a feeling so powerful and strong
now they are suffocating alone in a box

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