Tears do fall in trillions,
battles linger on.
Forgotten empty glasses
break as if alive.
Purple butterflies,
they fly and fly ... and fly!
Never to gain the speed,
of a million dragonflies.
Turtles slowed by life,
they look and look ... and look!
Stunned by what they see,
too bad they can't see me.
Bottlecaps are opened
to lye upon the ground.
Misplaced by little children,
laughing with no sound.
The phone rings off the hook,
it rings and rings ... and rings!
Never to catch a break
from gossip on the street.
The pen it never stops
it writes and writes ... and writes!
Tired from loss of ink
and emotions from the heart.
Who's here to save you now?
My darling butterfly,
lost within the glass-less life,
of a forgetful yearning soul.
