Butterflies

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    • Ok So I'm back in my house after the eight months in the woods because of the fire. Everything seems to be ok now. I guess we will have to work with that. btw I do have my lip redone. Yay for quilting needles.

    Butterflies

    pretty little lies
    so innocent when flying on wings of beauty and grace
    can only hurt more when no one knows
    no one cares

    like butterflies
    hard to find one that hasn't been torn
    but once found, it won't leave your mind
    innocent at first

    a cloud of beautiful words
    these lies warp your thoughts, feeling, being
    the way you see everything
    vision distorted

    now, when the butterflies are gone
    when the pretty words cease to exist
    you see the truth
    just pretty lies

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    LanaAuLani’s Poems (19)

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    unnamed 3 0
    Perfect night 0
    Long Road Home 0
    Welcome Back 0
    Evening's last drink 0
    frozen 1
    The Fire 0
    personal demons 0
    Butterflies 0
    I give up 0
    The sun shines only in dreams 1
    Time 0
    Unbound 0
    Her Majesty 1
    Unnamed 2 0
    Dedicated to the one I loved 0
    Last words to you. 0
    Luna 0
    Unnamed 1 0