Down by the creek

April 19, 2012
The butterflies
dance and flutter
all around.

Her heart
and falls to
the ground.

Down by the creek,
it's left
split and

Waiting for it's prince
to come
reattach it.

The edges are sharp,
left black and blue.
Ripped and torn,
from years of abuse.

But she's got tape,
and lots of glue.
And a strong mind
to get her through.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback