The feeling of your soft touch still lingers on my skin,
You don’t see me,
Your heart has darkened to my tears.
Your once caring heart,
Is deafened to my pleas,
Our hearts are no longer one.
The love we shared was like a butterfly,
It no longer has wings,
It can not fly.
What was once something so beautiful,
Has become nothing,
It’s an empty shell.
The butterfly has now perished,
Deceit has ripped off its wings,
All that is left is a cocoon of heartache.
By Angeline Doonan
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