Traces signs of weakness
I bury my head in my hands
And wonder how I could have ever
Hurt the ones I loved, it’s hard to stand
The horizon in my room is close
And cold and white the walls stare
Just like my arms they show remorse
I never meant to scare you, to scare you
I looked outside my window
Frozen in sad forgetful hurt
And to my surprise it lifted up
My spirits from below the dirt
For what I saw was like a dream
A spectrum of ecstatic light
A thousand butterflies outside my window
That cured my unforgiving, my unforgiving…
What it was I felt I cannot say
The colors great how they astound me
Such beauty, such touching innocence
They flew around, their warmth surrounds me
Though not what I expected from
These fragile creatures made me smile
And now I feel I can live on
A thousand butterflies outside my window.
For Sarah...
as ones reads it is like they r in the room with you, i love the specific words you use for description
That is so touching. She is one lucky girl. Has she read this?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully written, I love it! : D