Butterfly
By: J. Clark
Bitter and sweet as I have an eye for steam, passion and heat.
Urban streets hear the sounds of my soft seductive voice.
Touching me is winds, sunshine and a very versatile earth.
Tasting me is strangers all genre with a perfection of my birth.
Erasing my chalk boards is people who don’t want to embrace me.
Remember my laugh, what does it sounds like?
Forgetful you are, you have stated to me clear.
Listen to my escaped tears, you can’t hear them as they have no voice
Yearning for the acceptance of being your superior, cherished, colorful butterfly.
© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserved
By: J. Clark
Bitter and sweet as I have an eye for steam, passion and heat.
Urban streets hear the sounds of my soft seductive voice.
Touching me is winds, sunshine and a very versatile earth.
Tasting me is strangers all genre with a perfection of my birth.
Erasing my chalk boards is people who don’t want to embrace me.
Remember my laugh, what does it sounds like?
Forgetful you are, you have stated to me clear.
Listen to my escaped tears, you can’t hear them as they have no voice
Yearning for the acceptance of being your superior, cherished, colorful butterfly.
© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserved
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