Free Like Butterflies

XJordanXVonXJaggedX

This hurts so bad that I can‘t take it,

All you ever did was fake it,

Was this love ever real?

My heart is too numb to feel,

You left me broken and torn,

I guess every rose has its thorn,

 

And all the lies you told,

Are now starting to unfold,

All I ever wanted was you,

And now I’m broken in two,

 

And you could care less,

Now this I must confess;

I still love you,

For you my heart beats true,

Till the day I die,

You will always catch my eye,

 

Silent screams like lullabies,

Wishing I was free like butterflies,

So this hurt would go away,

I miss you in the most painful way…

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  • Cheeky Missy

    You expressed it very well....except screams are the opposite of lullabies, and time may heal the wound...somewhat.

    • XJordanXVonXJaggedX

      The poem is about a pain so deep that time cannot heal it. And as for the "Silent Screams like Lullabies" part, have you ever heard of crying yourself to sleep? That's what it was supposed to mean; that she cryed/ screamed herself to sleep, if that makes any sense. And thank you!

      • Cheeky Missy

        Thank you very much for explaining that to me. That being the case, then, she cannot ever be free like the butterflies, can she?



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