Love Poems & Poetry

Writing on your hands,
Butterfly went Bad.
Lost in the cuts
you place on your legs.

Feeling bad
Feeling sorry
can’t do anything,
but write this poem.

So useless,
but i won;t give up
cause you’re truly
my best friend
and deserve
more than all my love.

Please don;t hurt,
and no longer cry.
Cause everytime you kille
a new born Butterfly
i die inside a little more
each time.

Give me your self inflicted hurts,
hand me your pain/
I’ll stand by you
forever
and fight all your tears away.

Take my hand,
stop putting yourself down
you’re worth too much
and deserve to be happy
to hold a real smile.

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