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[title] => Fading Butterflies
[time] => 2006-05-11 18:28:54
[hometext] => I figured I was due to publish another one. It's been a while. I know this is a long one, but please take the time to read it I'd really appreciate it.
[bodytext] => Butterflies flutter towards the sky. Your bruise reappears, darkening slowly. Now all you have is stories to tell of better times. You let the rain fall, and soak straight through to your heart. Confused about who it is, that stares right back at you in the glass. Your stomach curls into shapes unnamed, as you gaze at the road that unfolds before your feet. The cars all follow into the distance. But it seems that it's only you that sees them fading, too fast for them to look what it is that they pass by, let alone appreciate it. Lost, and without help. Uncertainty twists your emotions. You play a game to see how little you can say in a day. You would hold her so close to you for forever if you could, She’s your only lifeline. A cigarette goes out still in between your fingers, as you sit toying with seemingly endless thoughts. And you ask the air, "is there such a thing as too clever?" Quietly now, so softly you whisper in her ear, "I love you" And you can only hope that you actually do. But even she doesn’t know that much about you, there are aspects that she’ll never understand. But you’re too scared to ever let go of her hand. You're never to be truly naked again, and the air fresheners only mask the scents. Friends now only slur drunken replies. More and more you despise what everyone else thrives upon. It seems like they will never conceive what you now observe. You launched a daring quest to fill the holes that grow within. You wince at the people who do it all with the wrong intentions. The hypocrites and egotists, everyone is a walking example of how life leads us astray. And all you wish for now is bliss, to find the simplest way of doing things. The more you know, the unhappier you become. Life spins you around like a child’s carousel, leaving you where only time will tell. So easily now, you see straight through the people that surround you. And time and time again you recognize the familiar scars that they carry too. No more do you speak of it. Just let them all be. The only escape that separates you, is to actually study the velvet roses that pass by your window. A smirk paints across your face as you knowingly watch the same cars follow The old winding road into the distance. Alone you walk, quietly dead in the rain, and you let it soak straight through. Glancing up to see the butterflies slowly now, completely fading from view. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 73 [informant] => moses [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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