I'm a bleeding butterfly.
My wings are made of glass but are strong enough to carry me.
My spirit glides like the summer breeze..
Fragile yet untouched.
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You poem was really great and I can really relate with you to what your sying in this poem. Oh and by the why great word choice they are so vivid and it made a sence I really liked how you said you were a bleeding butterfly I have never thought to use anything like that. the closest I got to that was my poem called a hundred bleeding roses and a tender kiss. but I understand the emotion behind it. keep up the good work.
Can't wait to read more! a ten for me-shannon