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"Butterfly wing(les)s" by BeautifullyRuined

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Let me show you the end of forever
grasping slim threads of trust
but they slip through your fingers
like the sand through an hourglass
our time has
R
U
N
out and it seems you dont care

I was just another butterfly
you ripped the wings off of
for your own entertainment
until i grew boring
then you lost interest
leaving me forgotten in a jar
beside your bed
and you didnt even notice the decaying corpse
of something that was once beautiful
begging you for freedom everynight

and you cant pretend you
dont see my face on
every dirt coated floormat
you step on
because i know better

and the string you have wrapped around
your little finger
connecting it to my heart
is coming undone
and with every tug
i`m getting further away
from you

Come with me to the end of forever
so i can push you
into the abyss
and i can finally smile
because i`m free




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On Wednesday December 27th, 2006, verablue (162) writes:
this had a hsaunting beauty. every word is lingering with me.


On Wednesday December 27th, 2006, verablue (162) writes:
*haunting


On Wednesday December 27th, 2006, dying angel (1351) writes:
"and the string you have wrapped around your little finger connecting it to my heart is coming undone and with every tug i`m getting further away from you" that stanza is deadly. great write.


On Wednesday December 27th, 2006, dying angel (1351) writes:
"you wripped the wings off of"...spelling mistake...'ripped'.not 'wripped.


On Wednesday December 27th, 2006, xDollx (46) writes:
"so i can push you/into the abyss/and i can finally smile /because i`m free." I loved your imagery, this piece struck a chord in me. Beautiful.


On Wednesday December 27th, 2006, TwilightMelodies (1079) writes:
"and you cant pretend you/dont see my face on/every dirt coated floormat/you step on"...goodness...to be nothing but another rug for someone to wipe their feet on and throw away at the end of the day...gorgeous imagery...~*Beth*~



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