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Escape your fears,
Run away,
Hope they come back,
Another day.
Let them fly,
Let them soar,
Higher and higher,
But not into more.
Zipping low by you feet,
Letting you feel amazed,
Until suddenly you fall into,
A drowsy daze.
Spinning,
Crying ,
Jumping,
Dying.
Your dreams awaken,
As you touch the sky,
And you dream,
Of broken butterflies.
- by DeadDarkDolly |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/12/2009 |
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- Title: Broken Butterflies
- Artist: DeadDarkDolly
- Description: A poem I wrote when I was about eight years old and was sad because some kid didn't like me.I was silly back then.-_-" Don't blame me.Blame my mother.Hope you enjoy!
- Date: 01/12/2009
- Tags: broken butterflies
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Lord Bubbleygirl - 06/04/2009
- this is really really good. y do u say blame it on my mother? 5/5
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- iwillbeatharvestmoon64 - 05/03/2009
- i cant belive no one commented on this it maay be a little silly but it is exelent for an eight year old 5/5!
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