vampirexpsycho
04-28-2008, 01:18 PM
Okay, here I am bothering you guys with another senseless poem.
But I couldn't resist writing a poem, now that just saw something that I
think I'm never gonna see again. I was looking out of my window to the
sky. It'd transformed itself into an extremelly beautiful dark purple sheet of
clouds mixed with red and white ones. The trees that were being lightened
by the sun turned a light shade of orange. Then, a saw three multi-
colored butterflies fly/dance by that breath-taking view and inspiration just
rushed through my thoughts and I started to type non-sense, that might
be even incomprehensible but these words written below mean the world to me.
Dance Like Butterflies,
brought to you by vampirexpsycho
Dance. Your colors dancing
Like a butterfly dances, so astonishing
The last dance will be only hers
Dancing around in circles, she knows how to dance
And deep in the forest, in her habitat
She shines beyond her beauty
In her glory she stands as daughter of mother nature
There she goes, dancing in the rhythm of the beat
She's got no name, that beautiful flower
Harmful, in the cold wind rushing powerfully through
Her multi-colored wings, paralizing everyone who she sees
If you could taste the smell in the air
Of butterfly, would you ask
Can a butterfly dance like that?
But I couldn't resist writing a poem, now that just saw something that I
think I'm never gonna see again. I was looking out of my window to the
sky. It'd transformed itself into an extremelly beautiful dark purple sheet of
clouds mixed with red and white ones. The trees that were being lightened
by the sun turned a light shade of orange. Then, a saw three multi-
colored butterflies fly/dance by that breath-taking view and inspiration just
rushed through my thoughts and I started to type non-sense, that might
be even incomprehensible but these words written below mean the world to me.
Dance Like Butterflies,
brought to you by vampirexpsycho
Dance. Your colors dancing
Like a butterfly dances, so astonishing
The last dance will be only hers
Dancing around in circles, she knows how to dance
And deep in the forest, in her habitat
She shines beyond her beauty
In her glory she stands as daughter of mother nature
There she goes, dancing in the rhythm of the beat
She's got no name, that beautiful flower
Harmful, in the cold wind rushing powerfully through
Her multi-colored wings, paralizing everyone who she sees
If you could taste the smell in the air
Of butterfly, would you ask
Can a butterfly dance like that?