Dead Butterflies

My stupid blunder hit me again

Doing things instantly imperfectly

Drowned in my disappointments

How could I let myself at stake again?

I ran to the lovely garden in the past

So many butterflies following me around

Where are they when I’m out of my dream?

I ended in the morgue of my sorrow

The one I desire was with someone

Gone for very long beside another

The rendezvous was a graveyard

You’re so gorgeous, I left dying inside

No appetite for lunch, not my day

Too bad for me, all my butterflies perished

Finishing my drink, reviving my self-esteem

God is good and great, all the time!