I drew a butterfly
To help me keep away
From my blade
But I'm afraid
I'm going insane
I'll be patient
I'll wait for it to fade
No matter how many days
Only problem is
That won't take the urge away
It's finally faded
As soon as I noticed
I did it again
Said hello
Old buddy, old friend
Kiss my wrist
Paint it red
I'll bring you with me
When I go
Not when I die
But
As I travel by sky
You'll be by my side
I crave your gentle touch
Upon my arm
A sadistic smile
Will cross my lips
When I make my
One
True
Wish
Come true
YOU ARE READING
Glass
Poetrya collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out There
