Hunting Butterflies

Dandylion

 

She looks so beautiful

with painted pain and smoky eyes.

she has died inside years ago

and I am left wondering

about the blossom of this beauties youth.

Her hands, magic in my lap

don’t hesitate in their dance.

I am all butterflies, she is still and quiet,

moving, moving, moving

her tenured fingers up and down.

A ten dollar date, no roses needed.

Her beautiful pain creased in a smile

as she slips out my car, back to the night

hunting more butterflies.

  • Author: Dandylion (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 6th, 2016 00:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks DANDYLION for a very beautiful and haunting poem. Some seem destined to be "Ten dollar dates" ~ "Butterflies of the Night" trading their beauty to keep body and soul together and make a better life for her Family. Such Butterflies deserve far more TLC than they ever get. Thanks you for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN

  • Tony36

    Awesome, Awesome write

  • willyweed

    wonderful piece you pen dandylion! ww

  • Dandylion

    Thank you all so much!



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