Treasure Island

Dean Meredith


Butterfly & Bee


He offered imperfection
And said it was for free
I settled for deception
Knew he wouldn’t see

He could have if he wanted
But his eyes were just for me
I found it quite confronting
Yet chose not to break free

Then he went and spoiled it
I wished he’d let me be
But he was such an idiot
And worried that I’d flee

He makes pretty music
Lives in big old tree
Thinks I maybe magic
I butterfly - him bee

Submitted: Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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  • Dave Walker (12/21/2011 3:02:00 AM)

    Really like it, a great poem with a beautiful flow.
    A great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    For Paul Blackburn, its a true story. (Report) Reply

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