We are people like all
of you, put on a pedestal we cannot not possibly live up to. But as if we are
Athena or Hercules we try so hard to live up to you're expectations. We try to
be the hero's you guys deserve & the example to lead you guys in. But in
the end of the spotlight & many nights of sleeplessness, we are still only
human. We can never possibly be the android you want or need, because like you
we have moments of triumph, moments of bliss, & moments of pain. We live
life as we see fit, have wild nights, lose love ones & suffer from
heartbreak only difference is we smile though it all. No time to cry when
you're job is to create beautiful images of art. My following poem is a depiction
of how I am no better or less, than the following woman or man in America. A
word from you're little butterflyy, enjoy. xoxo ♥
"Our Struggling Butterfly"
Confused By Such A Chaotic Beauty,
He Stands & Waits.
Finds Himself Fixated,
By Such An Exotic Little Butterfly.
With Such Grace & Poise,
Fragrant Flower So Rare,
She Aches Of Absence,
Stumbling Naked.
She Lays In Misery,
On Such A Night.
Her Eyes Are Dim,
But Her Soul is Bright.
Tears That Never Flow,
Without Interval,
Without Pause,
Such Seems To Be Her Curse.
Old Wounds,
Bars Of Rage,
Held Untold.
Fits Of Passion,
Made Exact,
Fears That Never Leave,
Her Untold Enemy.
Flows Of Fire,
Still Flawless,
Young In Age,
A Child Once Lost.
Alone On Stage,
Wise In Spirit,
A Heavy Cargo,
Gone Astray.
Never Ending,
Once Again Breathing,
This Lass We Call,
Our Struggling Butterfly.
-Butterflyy Love
You Can Find Me:
http://www.facebook.com/butterflyysdream
http://www.modelmayhem.com/butterflyylove
By Such An Exotic Little Butterfly.
With Such Grace & Poise,
Fragrant Flower So Rare,
She Aches Of Absence,
Stumbling Naked.
She Lays In Misery,
On Such A Night.
Her Eyes Are Dim,
But Her Soul is Bright.
Tears That Never Flow,
Without Interval,
Without Pause,
Such Seems To Be Her Curse.
Old Wounds,
Bars Of Rage,
Held Untold.
Fits Of Passion,
Made Exact,
Fears That Never Leave,
Her Untold Enemy.
Flows Of Fire,
Still Flawless,
Young In Age,
A Child Once Lost.
Alone On Stage,
Wise In Spirit,
A Heavy Cargo,
Gone Astray.
Never Ending,
Once Again Breathing,
This Lass We Call,
Our Struggling Butterfly.
-Butterflyy Love
Shot By: Danny De La Cruz
You Can Find Me:
http://www.facebook.com/butterflyysdream
http://www.modelmayhem.com/butterflyylove
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