I'm jealous of the flowers drenching in rain at late night
And how they silently wither.
I was once a paper lantern meant for the sky,
But on an October night, that fire finally died.

The days when it's not me in the mirror,
I hold hands with the moon and we dance together.
Black and white butterflies with freedom as their colour.
I'd wish on me if I could fall like a star.

My past and present would make a good metaphor.
The tears in my eyes became letters on white paper.
I used to be a Poem once, but I became the Poet who writes one.

~ © ᗪꫀꫀ 💙

٭ 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ٭

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