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
Hes fled to a place so deep within to hide
A beautiful soul growing dead inside
Im 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 hes 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 cant catch with a net what is meant to freely fly.

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