Okay, this is my second poem...which I wrote in a fret of, well....butterflies...
Feel free to tell me everything that is wrong about this...I'm not a poet by any standards =D hehe.
The butterflies are eating away at me.
They flutter around, sending my insides in circles.
Twisting,
Constricting,
Killing.
My heart beats faster and slower
At the same time.
Skips beats,
Tricks my mind.
Sends the butterflies spiraling.
Shaking hands that no longer work,
Try desperately to express
These not so calm emotions.
Mistype,
Spelling error,
Trying to kill the butterflies.
They won’t die.
Residing in my body and soul.
Taking away everything that was dear to me,
My life,
My future,
My family.
Butterflies tell me my mistakes,
Butterflies punish me for them.
Twisting,
Constricting,
Killing.
