Butterfly amongst the worms

A butterfly so tiny and fragile
she travels by herself into the dark
her beauty shines, illuminates and spark
She's been like this for quite a little while

Companion is a foreign word to her
Alone she lives, as river she had cried
Countless is the times fake friends had lied
A mask they put whilst bound in front of her

And so one rainy night she tied a rope
for betrayal had her behind closed doors
her last breath she let out into the moor
She gushed the last of breath; all drought of hope


Sept. 29,09 Indang Cavite
*3rd place Poetry writing~