Becoming broken

In al the years,
That you have been calling me
your special butterfly
You thaught me many things..
Some wise, some foolish

You showed me what to do
to bring colour in my wings,
But then you turned around and left me
Taking al my colours with you.

you taught me to keep up my protective wall,
By using my wings
But then you broke them both..
Causing my downfall..

The moment you sayd goodbye
I became different,
Without my father,
Without wings..
Without colour
You made me turn into a broken butterfly.

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