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Title: The poison butterflies

by Louise from Derbyshire | in writing, poetry

You laid your head upon my pillow
I stroked my fingers through your hair
You were dream bound, I was lovelorn
And we were not really there
I ran with you till morning
Picking flowers in the sky
Fleeing from the poison
Of a thousand butterflies
I laid with you forever
In the petals of a dream
Sunlight fills the best of us
With happiness and gleam
I opened my eyes that morning
And there was no one by my side
It's only now I think to curse
Those poison butterflies.

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This poem was inspired by musings of love and romance novels. I always wanted to write about the negative effects of butterflies; poetry became the medium.

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