These butterflies in my soul
Fighting to be freed
Can't wait for me to fall
And for my nose to bleed

Pretty in nature
Vindictive in truth
Of a dark, solemn colours
And brimming with ruse

Iron shackles around my arm
Floating lifeless against the horizon
The afterglow of dusk feels warm
The sea's thrashing against the sun

The evil in disguise takes control
Breaking out of the cages of my heart
No longer broken, I am whole
Yet, deep inside am falling apart
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I have another poetry book, more personal one, called Rêveuse feel free to check it out!