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The Last One

Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing,
everything would be brighter
Such a yellow, way up high,
our world could be a lot lighter
Butterflies don't live here,
in a world of hate,
so it kisses the world goodbye,
soon discovering it's fate
Until the last butterfly,
was all ready to leave
One last chance left to fix,
-everything-
trying hard to please
The last, the very last,
on it's way to go
everybody changed their ways,
the hate began to slow
See how much a butterfly,
can change the people's ways?
Why were we even fighting,
and was it just a phase?
that butterfly was the last one
and it wouldn't live forever
Were we too blind to see,
and to late to make it better?



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KingRejectThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Feb. 9, 2012 at 9:23 am:
I really love this. Your syle is amazing. Slightly rythmic, though not enough to trap your words in it; perfect. You should check out my writing, though I've only posted two poems, and only one is good. :P I'd appreciate it. Five stars, by the way.
 
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