Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Broken Memory May 30, 2013

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 11:03

A butterfly
without home.

Does he recall
the lips he’s brushed?
Does he remember
the petals he’s crushed?

Or does he just fly
and flit,
not caring
one little bit?

Does regret reach
deep inside?
Or is life just one great ride?

Alas,
To be a butterfly.
To know nothing
but the next rose.

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