Those butterflies they fly away,
why? when there's so much left to say,
with tainted wings, and hearts of gold,
this is the mask, I'm trying to hold.
Those butterflies are just like me,
we fly away to be free,
with tainted wings,
the beauty we show,
is not inside this heart of gold.
We only have two weeks to live,
so let's make the most of it,
but with beauty, and tainted wings,
our heart got lost in the wind.
So as butterflies,
we fly away,
with tainted wings, and hearts of gold,
This wasn't the side,
I was trying to show
written - 29th may 2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They give life to flowers