Poem 4
A dance of butterflies
a golden tongue
all the beautiful words
spun into one
Feeling broken at times
and without answers
my walls have been torn
my guard overwhelmed
You see I’m a person
on a travel to somewhere
not really knowing
sometimes not even caring
My answers are sharp
my gestures strong
but my heart is open
perfection isn’t me
but reflect and we will see
a golden tongue
all the beautiful words
spun into one
Feeling broken at times
and without answers
my walls have been torn
my guard overwhelmed
You see I’m a person
on a travel to somewhere
not really knowing
sometimes not even caring
My answers are sharp
my gestures strong
but my heart is open
perfection isn’t me
but reflect and we will see
