Ivy Christou Poems
|42.||Final Goodbyes Are Said With No Regrets||1/21/2006|
|43.||My Guardian Angel||4/3/2005|
|44.||Against The War||5/14/2005|
|45.||Daisies Don’t Lie||5/6/2005|
|46.||Butterflies Are Fragile||2/20/2005|
|47.||A Letter From The Soul To The Mind||2/22/2005|
|48.||Hide Behind A Smile||3/7/2005|
|49.||Thank You And I Love You||3/10/2005|
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Butterflies Are Fragile
All I need right now is to be left alone,
Forgotten by the rest of the world,
Forgiven by my soul,
which I have disappointed once again.
Can I now shrink in a corner
like I did when I was a child?
Can I now run in my mother’s arms
so she can give me comfort with her love?
Can I now have my wings back?
Because I feel like an angel dismissed from heaven.
And if I can’t be compared with one
can I be considered as a butterfly?
Because when butterflies
get too close to the bright light
My Guardian Angel
I was there when you were born,
everyone said that you looked like an angel.
For me you were an angel.
The nurse put you in my arms
and I was trembling..
I was afraid to hold you,
I was told that babies are fragile,
you only turn up to be fragile later on.