Tears

There are tears in my eyes,

As the news come as a surprise,

Life=hate,

Well knew that one,

But the tears still come out,

Love=hurt,

Well I guess I need to know,

You flew into my heart,

Like a butterfly in the fields,

It worked like a spell,

But now it’s gone,

These tears are falling faster,

But no one will see them,

Just the butterfly, 

That is now dead.

Reviews

[Dennis Shanaberg]

This is pretty awesome. I like the life=, love= part. It was pretty unique. The imagery of the butterfly was interesting too. Like the butterflies you get when you see someone you like, but afterwards it dies. Great write.