Dodging Butterflies
Dodging butterflies
Rhythm and rhyme
Falling out of love with you
Was surely my biggest crime
Wishing you here
To reprieve it all out
Your winsome smile
Scraped at the shadow of doubt
The reason for answers
Seem to beg the question
To miss your lips
Defies all lingering suggestion
A rising half moon
No mysteries here
Pestering yearnings
Cranks out a lonely tear
But look inside
Nothing is clear
Come back over—
Help this helpless dear
Scattering fireflies
Summer’s last gasp
You fled me quick
And Love slipt my grasp
Posted on July 22, 2016, in Poem and tagged butterflies, doubts, fireflies, fog of emotions, grasp, half moon, hopes and dreams, leftover passion, lingering, lips, lost love, love, love crime, maybe, shadow, smile, Summer, tear, yearning. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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