He only said one line.. but it blew my mind.. My heart ached inside.. and the pain would not hide.. I pressed beneath my ribs.. oh stop it! God forbid! but it was too late.. it wouldn't wait.. like a million butterflies.. they went racing up my spine.. each escaping through my eyes.. into a new disguise.. each became a tear..that I couldn't hide.. so I cried and cried and cried.. I cried a million butterflies.
Reason for writing:
I was having a bad week when I wrote this poem. Sometimes
there's nothing left to do but hope for a better tomorrow... and
I have a thought that unkind words can sometimes easily sensitize
ones inner self to a point where an instant eruption of uncontrolable
expressions will appear..one being tears rac
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