It alights upon my knee,
Twitching its wings,
Looking up at me.
But it won't stay for long,
I know.
Even love has to go.
The butterflies, they slowly crawl
On their quest
To find the heart beating
Within my chest.
Not all make it -
Some will fly.
Even love has to die.
Friends blink vibrant yellow,
Lovers blush crimson red,
But some choose
To fade instead.
Some I cannot keep
Forever.
Others leave altogether.
In the end,
It's all the same.
Love is a butterfly,
And love is a game.
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I know this isn't my best but I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
Any criticism is appreciated!
