I See You
You are the delicate butterfly Wings of gold and crystal moonlight fluttering like anticipation through the heart And I… I have grown vines Vines of white and crimson flowers draping out across my eyelids resting gently atop my cheeks like lost, despondent lashes falling from their home. Will you cling to me and feed from my very sight of you? Or will you drift Warily From the rush of translucent breath that has escaped my empty eye sockets You are, after all, the delicate butterfly


"Will you cling to me and feed from my very sight of you? Or will you drift
Warily." Beautiful 😍
Had to read this as soon as I saw you posted. That line about despondent lashes? Absolutely incredible. Loved this piece. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻