Michael S... Poems

Butterfly
Will your wings curl up at the first sign of frost
Butterfly?
Will you hide away when the winter comes
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My walking stick
I need you so
Lend me your strength
'Cause when I'm down
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It comes from a place of deep hurt
Where cuts are bruised and stinging
And misty eyes have become faux
And you should know
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Close the door, put out the lights
Know they won't be home tonight

Please stay still, she runs beside
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Carry me away on your scarlet chariot
Carry me to the place when I am loved
The only place
Carry me to where words are gentle
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'We need some kind of leadership'
Cried the herd of sheep
'We must not let ourselves
stay oppressed the way we are'
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If the dam should erupt
And submerge the countryside
Fear not, it will be with you
Whom all things I confide
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Maybe you have not the scheme
The gentle rhyme of the artist's dream
And sorry, i'm unable to sooth you
But I swear that I've been here before
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Down in a hole
Where noone ever goes
Down in a hole
Where it always snows
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