Poems from the_vintage_butterfly
The fire glows in the darkened
night, while the onlooker bows with his
mind deep in thought, sitting on a
broken, charred log. Memories...
I have some advice for people like you
Just look to the sky and about Who?
Who would I be if I didn’t have me
To tear down the beams of...
One week is all we have
To prove that we can play the piece
All the while speeding off down the rickety tracks
Where at the end they...
Sweep me off my feet and carry me
Away through dense oak forests and mountain ranges high
Stretching up and up until they’ve mastered the...