Colorless Butterfly

The silent flapping
Of a butterfly's colorful wings
As it flies around the familiar territory
For the hundredth time

A beautiful butterfly
With wings of blue and silver
And a heart
Of solid gold

But today there is no colorful butterfly
Only gray is seen
Gray on the wings
And gray in the broken heart

A gray butterfly
Flies today
For this butterfly has fallen
And lost its color

Its happiness has been swept away
By the two people
It thought truly cared

Now there's nothing left
No friendly smiles
No laughter
Only a colorless butterfly

A/N: The second to last stanza is only half true, I'll be ok.