The Uncaged Butterfly

My heart is soggy

with your guilt

tries to keep me caged

in your metallic hate

But I am made of a

mettle you cannot


for to understand

what I have within

you must have

a bit of your own

but you are a ghost

without the courage

to say beux…

did you hear me?

you are a ghost…

my spirit free as the

uncaged butterfly

that wandered in my soul

waiting for the air to

rush it away

push it away…

hush it all away…

gliding above the place

where I was

too afraid to be afraid

gliding to the place

where I am

too me to be anything else



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