eh

2005-08-22 @ 8:50 p.m.

Words once bled from his heart that in turn fed his mind
Now only painful tears are shed from those lonely eyes
He�s fled to a place so deep within to hide
A beautiful soul growing dead inside
�I�m lost,� he said as he quietly cried
So much regret weighing heavy on his mind
Misled to those decisions by his unfailing pride
No one he�s met since then has been so kind
But he has yet to find the words and apologize
Then in an instant, a butterfly, red, fluttered him by
Jumping up from the bed he took that as a sign
In hopes to make amends before he loses any more time
In no books could he have read what he was meant to realize
He can�t catch with a net what is meant to freely fly.

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