Ugly Butter(not)fly

Hi moon

my stick-like fingers are getting softer

haven't touched the violin in a while

do u miss my tunes

or the way i hum

the shadows of your curves remind me of an ugly butterfly

the kind o butterfly you want to prison in your sweaty hands

play with a little bit till you break one of its wings

once that happens, butterfly commits suicide by holding her breath

you never caught the pretty colorful butterfly

she has to live, inspire more flowers

don't you think, moon? 

i think there's an empty brain . in your brain

you're holding so much tears inside you that are waiting to burst out

is that why you to try to steal our salty seas?

change the design of our shores

© 2016 SophietheSloth

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