Like ButterfliesA Poem by StarrbittYou kill me like a child does a butterfly
you chase me round and round with greedy hands crushing me between your heavy fingers catching me in your net of filthy words
And like a butterfly, I die everytime...
you come out to play
© 2012 StarrbittAuthor's Note
|
Stats
114 Views
3 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on May 21, 2012Last Updated on May 21, 2012 |

Flag Writing