When Hope Dies

When I saw a butterfly,I saw my desires hop into those colorful palettes,and fly high above the clouds,Touching heaven,and getting rid of the agony all at once.But, when I open my eyes,As reality sets in,The darkness from the corner of that room prevails over me,and telling me to get out of that quixotic world whereNothing will happen like I’ve ever imagined,I saw my face falling apart and scattered in pieces,Where my eyes bleed just the dark paint,It seemed like the butterfly had died inside me,And the only color it left behind was her darkness.Even the light inside her died,I jumped to the other world, and my thoughts flooded in myhead again as,When I saw the butterfly,I saw her in the light,Because mirrors show opposites,And I died in the dark.

                                         ~ Ana Swan


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