I detest this piece.
Oh but on the contrary, I do not struggle with keeping a man. He struggles in keeping me.
Free spirit who breathes light, how does one keep them from falling for a butterfly?
Surely we can't be kept.
To capture such a wondrous being is to keep it from flight.
Once captured, in your need to control and siphon beauty and keeping her light for yourself...
her dear colors fade and slow death is what becomes.
Let her fly, all she will do to invoke the right man's love is have him question and hold a mirror to the man he is.
And watch how he then too decides a caterpillars life, is merely not enough.
Growth becomes him and an awakening ensues- wings he now attains.
Another Day
Won't you come back
Another day?
When my thoughts
Are my own,
And my mind
Won't stray.
For these voices around me
Want to speak to you too.
Never mind that
I'm the only one
Who can hear them.
People may say I'm insane
For hearing voices,
For seeing odd faces,
But I'm perfectly fine.
Is this any worse
Than an imaginary friend?
At least I can see mine.
So, won't you come back
Another day?
To come play with me
And my friends,
Even if you might call them
My demons.
