January 17, 2011

A little piece inside me
sits in a patient yet frantic flutter.
A symmetrical beauty meant just for you
waiting to flit and float its fancy wings to find love.

 One day it will rest contently
in a jar that you'll set upon your shelf 
and it's fragile wings and bright hues
will continue to glow fluorescently 
with the fondness and comfort
of it's surroundings. 

I want to be your butterfly. 

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