Butterfly caught in a thistle. by readyornothereicome, literature
Literature
Butterfly caught in a thistle.
I used to be beautiful.
I used to be able to soar above the trees without care.
But now I have been caught be a thistle.
How? You may ask.
Well it would seem that I caught sight of a lovely purple flower.
Mistaking it for a lovely place to land was my mistake.
It lured me in with a soothing voice and quite demeanor.
Until I was near enough for it to tangle itself around me.
I could have mistaken it for poison ivy at this point.
The way it wrapped itself around me so cruel.
It became impossible to move without my wings being torn.
My poor wings.
The wings that it had taken me years to grow
Were now being torn apart by my own thr
My secrets out
Now they say nothing
The silence is oppressive
Crushing
Stifling
I cannot breath
I cannot stand
I fall
Cascading from this height
A freefall
But I am still not free
Some way they have kept me captive
Locked up in their silence
But I have a light
A hope inside that shines
You cant put this out
Not with all the anger and hate that you posses
For I have love
A fire that cannot be extinguished
I wont allow to enter the part of me that this
Light consumes
For it consumes my heart, my very soul
You are barred
No longer allowed
You still hold a part of me
But your part no longer burns
It is now
Unseen eyes
Pallid and pale
Third party eyes
Frigid and frail
Heart without soul
Soul without heart
Feeling lost, torn apart
Broken past
Remembering today
Left alone
Now deranged
Open my eyes see my soul
Stop my lies see my goal
Feelings sought
Ive changed my lot
I was the lock and you the key
You opened your arms and set me free
When I look into your eyes
The eyes of the one I love
I feel the pain that I have caused
Not only to you but to everyone
How can I feel so perfectly happy when others are so sad?
Why can I not just feel the love in my heart for you?
The love that I feel but still cannot express
"I love you," is all I can say as our lips meet in the dark
"I missed you," I say when we reunite
I want to know that you are mine and I am yours
I want to know that one-day when I wake up you will be there
I want to know that you love me back
I will hold on
I never want to let you go
When you call me forward I feel you near
When we part you drift into the night
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Butterfly caught in a thistle. by readyornothereicome, literature
Literature
Butterfly caught in a thistle.
I used to be beautiful.
I used to be able to soar above the trees without care.
But now I have been caught be a thistle.
How? You may ask.
Well it would seem that I caught sight of a lovely purple flower.
Mistaking it for a lovely place to land was my mistake.
It lured me in with a soothing voice and quite demeanor.
Until I was near enough for it to tangle itself around me.
I could have mistaken it for poison ivy at this point.
The way it wrapped itself around me so cruel.
It became impossible to move without my wings being torn.
My poor wings.
The wings that it had taken me years to grow
Were now being torn apart by my own thr
My secrets out
Now they say nothing
The silence is oppressive
Crushing
Stifling
I cannot breath
I cannot stand
I fall
Cascading from this height
A freefall
But I am still not free
Some way they have kept me captive
Locked up in their silence
But I have a light
A hope inside that shines
You cant put this out
Not with all the anger and hate that you posses
For I have love
A fire that cannot be extinguished
I wont allow to enter the part of me that this
Light consumes
For it consumes my heart, my very soul
You are barred
No longer allowed
You still hold a part of me
But your part no longer burns
It is now
Unseen eyes
Pallid and pale
Third party eyes
Frigid and frail
Heart without soul
Soul without heart
Feeling lost, torn apart
Broken past
Remembering today
Left alone
Now deranged
Open my eyes see my soul
Stop my lies see my goal
Feelings sought
Ive changed my lot
I was the lock and you the key
You opened your arms and set me free
Rosaline wiped a tear from her cheek as she wrote. Golden-blonde hair, layered in every direction. Almond-shaped, bright-blue eyes, like perfect sapphires set in alabaster skin Rosaline and her words were so connected; it was painful to pull them from her mind. Still, she pressed on. She had been at her desk for almost a whole day now, but she knew that if she stopped, all her work would be for nothing. However, if all went well, the work would be well worth her time and tears. Tall enough to place his head on top of mine, with a crooked and dazzling smile, exactly proportioned to his smooth, angular face