Disarray

I had just gotten a notebook with butterflies on it. When I looked at the butterflies I saw me trying to fly away from home. I'm not sure why. I hope you like it, lovely's.

To leave, to get away

is just one big disarray

have you ever stopped just to think

and you thought 

then let it sink

Yes I know you have 

walking on Rosemary 

Ave. 

It hurts 

and you just let each tear fly away like

 a fairy disappearing 

from the dangerous humans 

who seek

just one peek-

 but will surely take advantage of her so easily.

when you flinch at a touch

because your past is a little much 

oh little fairy...

to leave, to get away

is just one. big disarray.