I wish I could write something that's happy and free.
I wish I could write about the sun and all its shinning haze.
I wish I could write about a red rose with tender petals, as is a first loves kiss.
Or maybe about a butterfly fluttering through a bright blue sky splashed with white clouds.
Instead, I see something wild that's caged and no longer free.
Instead I see a sun filled with hopes and dreams covered by dark and ghostly haze.
Instead I see the rose, bleeding its life out from all the hurt and pain.
I see the butterfly fall from the darkend sky of all the abuse and lies that life seems to hid in secrets;
The secrets of my past that are no longer innocent and free. |
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