From the lips of a thousand white butterflies Comes the truth;
My reflection, a dark intruder;
Love, the mirror that I shattered into a thousand pieces.
Just a bully,
Love mans up;
Just a whore
Love stands up.
Light left me blind,
Darkness revealed;
Black moth burned up by black flames,
Ashes remain
Scattered
All alone I said,
"There's nothing left."
Emerge
White Butterfly.
©jokris
J