My Butterfly Ghost
lael1bologna

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I can
feel.

All the pain
inside
my mind.

I am gone,

with all the butterflies.

I'll fly with them,
but the memories loose control,
and I trip.

The lateness of my witness
of all that happened to the birds.

I heard your screaming,
and I held my breath;
I let you go.

I can
feel.
All the pain,
inside
my mind.

I saw your shadow,
being dragged
into a small hole.

I could hear your breathing
slowly fade down.

I am gone,

but I am still in your heart.

I remain with you,

but my flesh remains.

The butterflies know,
how to make me fall down.

The butterflies know
The grieving will not pass.

I can feel it,
grieving
down under my heart.

Laid with confusion,

fear of the known,

and the lost soul of your ghost.

Sometimes hope appears and I know,
I was lucky.

But sometimes I cry with the rain,
and that's what makes me go on.

I know the butterflies can tell you,
I miss you.
Just please don't crush the butterfly.
Because I will die too.

And then you will never know:

I am gone,

but I am still in your heart.

I remain with you,

but my flesh remains.

(The butterflies know)