Hope.
By addictkittyravex •
A butterfly named hope
Whoms wings are strong but yet delicate
She keeps my secrets into her wings
and fly away to the Netherlands.
She's whats keeps me strong and holding on to what seems like shame
Her beautiful screams to awaken me from all the impuring flames
Her firey enthusiam,
her optimistic lies
Her sympathetic grasp; oh what a beautiful butterfly
Her giggles warms my soul
Her goals keeps me complete
With a butterfly so loving;
she had set my soul free.