i was the crow

i was the crow

i adored the way

he wanted to stay

as if i wasn’t forceful

as if i wasn’t desperate

i adored the way

he lightened up everyday

as if i wasn’t annoying

as if i meant something

i even adored the way

he left yesterday

as if i meant nothing

as if our kiss was nothing

i adored the way

we were just like the crow

chasing the butterfly

i was the crow

and he was the butterfly.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a butterfly who flew the coop...this is sad, but effectual...with the irony at the end...and in the middle how you adored everything he did...good and bad...

i think there are many more butterflies fluttering around..and some maybe real catches, ones who will stay, ones who will want to be caught in that net of love.

really like this piece.