y. girl


little blue-eyed butterfly girl,

hold on tight to your reality.

the reality of a world that says it's okay

to make believe

to play pretend

to laugh and be yourself.

can i come too?

we could dance together,

while diamond drops of rain

fall warm upon our naked arms,

and we could sing

without caring whether anybody hears.

but i lost my way

to the door that reveals

your secret gardens

where you and your butterflies flit.

it's been covered over

with dust and ivy vines.

i hope you go back often

and think of me

when i was once

a butterfly girl like you.


a/n- it's about my sister... she's so naive and carefree, and i' kinda struck me the other afternoon. we've been growing apart lately. thanks for reading! xoxo-xan