The poems of thorns

The butterfly

(When you see a butterfly what pops up in your head let me tell you i see a relative who has passed on)

Hello pretty butterfly

do not fear my touch 

please come closer 

I know you 

do I not?

the sense of calming when i see you

familiar as you are 

if only you could speak to me 

oh pretty pretty butterfly

I remember how 

you were always unique 

you are as vibrant in death as you were in life

so bold yet so shy 

let me feel your touch 

one last time

land on me 

i promise not to hurt your wings

your oh so delicate wings 

the color that booms from them 

reminds me of your laugh 

how loud it was 

is this a reminder

or some type of sign 

your leaving me again aren't you 

your going to fly away 

never to be seen again 

that's what happened the first time 

you just left 

now its happening 

I'm loosing you 

well if so bye my friend until we meet again

if you happen to miss me

like I miss you

come to me and ill open my window

so you can easily fly through

I wanted to see you everyday

but please pretty butterfly come to me someday