Pages like butterflies in late July Eyes so bright yet cunning inside Shiny translucent like the beach in a tide Eyes so wide like June Diamonds that dot and simmer the night sky Fading like dust from old ink All the wasted potenical in the world sits inside a vault Never to be seen again pilling up fragmented dreams torn music notes lines and lines and lines of unwritten hope Should have been more Could have Invisible ink that piles up rust up crust up dust up Should have could have been more and the finally one day it all goes away Just another tear in the sky Let out like a flying butterfly A dead bird scratched and dead from a owners tight cage its own Gone and deceased Faded away no longer a thing or anything Like a silent forever goodbye of a long lost friend Good bye
