My butterfly’s a moth
My sparkle turned to gray
My sunshine is a heavy rain
My angel flew away
My sunset disappeared
My safety turned to fears
My dreams turned to reality
My happiness into tears
My mirror smashed to pieces
My face is now a mess
My laugh is just a sob
My promises mean even less
My pretty dress is torn
My glitter fell as dust
My prince turned to a toad
My passion left to lust
My lake turned to a swamp
My ladybird’s a spider
My river went all dry
My words cant even find her
Very creative, I like this a lot, I like the look of it as well with (MY) at the beginning of each sentence. I wonder if that is a certain form of poetry, I like it very much.----Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great poem, with unique form. I often enjoy experimenting with different forms of poetry, but my attempts are not half as good as yours. :)