Butterfly

Deep underground, I kept digging a hole
Without knowing where it would lead.
With a dirt-covered eyepiece in one hand,
I search for your arm.

Scraping together patchwork happiness, and sewing it
I was crushed by your strength.

Burned on, Burned on,
The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands.
Sever a rift in the red-stained clouds with my torn hands,
See, I can flutter better than you thought.

The eternity that I dreamed while confined in my cocoon
Where will it take seed and blossom?
The morning will eventually come and bring the darkness back home
And steal my eyes away from me.

Fumbling for you by moonlight, overlapping and entangling with you,
I believe I could become your true hiding place.

Burned down, Burned down,
The place of our promise that will never return.
Run across the black-stained earth with a torn-off agony
See, I can flutter better than you thought.

If you can’t hear me, even though I scream,
I want you to destroy me with your own hands
While you can still hold me dear.

Your arms that hold me back
Turn into a gentle dust.
I simply stare at the sky, silently.

The inerasable scars left by the palms of my hands
Sever a rift in the red stained clouds with my torn hands

The place of our promise that will never return.
See, I can flutter better than you thought.

by jeremy moore

Comments (2)

wow that is awesome i love the way you use words
wow...this is absolutely fantastic...beautiful work.