Butterflies wings Vs kissing ice crystals
Butterflies wings Vs kissing ice crystalsI am, fluttering in a timid form of life
moving, in a quiet, shallow existence
choking, on my own, unyielding whispers
(in a whisper) find enchantment
seek endorsements (enforcements)
have a fairytale life
my champion, where might i find (gov?)
my just-us (justice)
be far and between
never
frigid and cold are lakes of dancing crazed "Coltish" woman
dictating torturers, to inflict pain
and pull at the face of a wilting tortured
sleep deprived butterfly
help... never comes
no prince, in my world
just pretty butterfly wings of gold and brown
being destroyed
by coltish dancing woman of the religious mental mind
dancing on cracked ice
dancing on my face
of a Portrait of a Enigmatic fairly fair, wanted life
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