12 May 2012
Butterflies, Flutter by. Yet they can't help me, While I die.
My life flashing, Before my eyes. Death has quite, An odd disguise. Inside you, my friend. Is where he lay. But why was it, My time today? Have a offended, Have I done wrong? Or have you hated me, All along? As my eyes close, My hands will fall, No longer you'll worry About me at all. Although you tore My heart in two, When I'm in heaven, I'll watch over you.
Butterflies, Flutter by. Yet they can't help me, While I die.
Yet Another Poem • Opuss № I