September 11

September 11

A Poem by butterfly

I was a college student on my way to class
I had gotten up turned on 94.9 doghouse and thought their prank call sucks a*s
Learned that the story of planes flying in to twin towers and buildings were real
It was hard to believe we are still waiting for the broken pieces to heal
I search the archives and from so many vessels tears are cried
Much more than human eyes
I would like to ask Osama why?
How can freedom come from the killing of innocent lives?
The demons possessed him preventing peaceful inner workings of the mind
When will we learn that two wrongs don't make a right?
Yet America is not innocent we speak of forgiveness and still more battles lead to more kills and so the carousel carries on in stills
Today we put all that political bullshit aside
For the degreed politicians, preachers and bomb makers  only speak with human minds
Already sold their soul for some weird metal prize
Act out and speak up like the heroes of September 11
Some stayed on earth and some flew to heaven
Remember in the hidden New York skyline angelic light shines
In His hands glory thrives
Reminding us to be kind and true, staying motivated from our hearts
My cousin worked in the World Trade Center but he got out  alive
Some were fated and some still left with time
Yet this year September 11 passed by me without a single tear
My lover was near and we stared our love in to the earth
We needed affection to drug away the relic hurt
We woke up at midnight and held each other tight
Not knowing if we will see another sunlight
We chose to make our love known under the moonlight
He pulled me in and it felt like home
We held on tight and ever so close
I drank him in like my only cup of tea
Inhaled every piece of sweet for me
I kissed him and he kissed me like we never kissed anybody
I ran my fingers through his ginger beard comforting him and me, 
He commented on my beauty
He smiled and we kissed some more
The sadness stayed away from our door
Anxiety fell to the floor
I knew then the evil can never take away the love that remains here at the core. 
Our pants slipped off and he pulled me on top and close up in the chair
 Tangled his fingers in my hair, I wrapped my arms around his glad I don't have to share
He whispered I love you and I whispered his name in his ear
We made love and cried for all mysterious and unfair
With the satisfaction that true angels will always be in our hemisphere
Releasing eternal butterflies of love in the cool September air


© 2018 butterfly


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