She Sees Butterflies Poem by Kevin Patrick

She sees butterflies
And I see spiders
Her heads filled with rainbows
And mine with colliders
Summer is her spirit
In smiles of sunshine
As I'm traced through winter
With reserved Designs



Her soul is a garden
Where flowers reign pure
But mine is a graveyard
Where decay is couture


For her loves a key
To unlock any room
For me it's a maze
I can never break through


I'll never feel,
The hope that she breaths
And she'll never sense
The fears that I sheave

Because she sees butterflies
And I see spiders