Recoiled

Posted on by Beauty in Poetry

Recoiled barbs still cut the same

Fly by night? …or flying in the night?

I sting like a butterfly!

I float….like a bee!

I’m not who you see at all

And it fills my soul with shame

You’re holding onto the string of my kite

But, you’re looking at the ground…not at the sky

I’m stuck in the wire, can you see me?

In the calm…before the squall

Published by Beauty

4 thoughts on “Recoiled”

  1. Like a rescuer
    I’ll fight the squall
    I’ll hold you
    If you start to fall
    I’ll love you
    I always will
    So if you need
    I’ll hear if you spill
    Your heart your soul
    If you need
    I’m here my love
    I’ll always be

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