Dying butterflies
They all went out,their wings painted the ground,oblivious of how they ran out,now his love for her was physical,he took advantage of her molding her with his hands,now her love for him was chronical,the diNner table was the ring,every night she would take out the ring wishing someone would steal it,because all that was left was just papers and the ring,I love him,no I cannot do that to him,it will hurt him,butterflies they all ran out,if you were his eyes would you still love him,looking into your wives eyes with tears ready to fall,would you forgive him,butterflies.
They all went out,their wings painted the ground,oblivious of how they ran out,now his love for her was physical,he took advantage of her molding her with his hands,now her love for him was chronical,the diNner table was the ring,every night she would take out the ring wishing someone would steal it,because all that was left was just papers and the ring,I love him,no I cannot do that to him,it will hurt him,butterflies they all ran out,if you were his eyes would you still love him,looking into your wives eyes with tears ready to fall,would you forgive him,butterflies.
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