Butterfly Wings

by **Yah-hah** » Oct 13th, '09, 02:27

Just a little thing I did

It seems like I've got all the dots but can't make the connection,
Ripples in the water affecting the complection of my reflection,
The perfection of this section requires no empty spaces,
The selection and resurrection of all these crumpled pages,
Is like an infection set in the complexion of the message,
Suffucate from the compression resting in each section,
Use no disgretion of your weapon during my dissection,
Quiver at the suggestion of your false affection,
Requesting limits on the rest of your gimics,
Refreshing the same question won't answer till I'm finished,
Resting your still pressing and messing won't you quit it,
My flesh stings from sweating and it's only a scrimmage,
Butterfly wings beam from the inside as I sing lullabies,
These tears in my eyes are my fears crystalyzed,
Disguised and symbolized from my aching soul,
You make the mold but it just brakes and folds,
You take my soul and you make it cold,
You fake the old and you shape it whole,
You say your told its so easy it seems,
Just placing these dreams and making me scream,
Now these butterfly wings are unable to sing,
Cling to these things as I'm reaching under,
My pillow these weeping willows burning the blue cover,
Blank burnt pages that I can't seem to let go,
My words still burn yet all you here is an echo.