The Fallen Butterfly and I

by AshLetitia   Oct 1, 2006


Exquisite consolation marred,
With conspicuous apprehension,
Perplexity, aplenty,
Dejection taints your parlè,
Apparent only to few.

The masquerade you display,
Does not mislead.

Adjoining your burden,
My own cursed worriment,
I aspire it not to be so,
If only I could relieve your afflictions,
Positions perhaps trans-ponded,
In the wake of your dispirited hour,
Acquiesce my friendship and regard.

(C) Ashleigh-Letitia '06

Thankyou to the very special person who inspired this poem.

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  • 17 years ago

    by AshLetitia

    Yes, well.
    I can only hope and pray that the person this poem was created for, understands it.
    Thankyou for your comment though.
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  • 17 years ago

    by TheWorldFellNUWerentThere

    4.9/5. It didnt give me something to understand it, understand what it was about. So I gave u a 4.9/5. Ur a great poet by the way!

  • 17 years ago

    by Misstress

    Wow very nice poem, I like it alot,
    The superb word choice and flow was great and the overall feel of the poem is very good.
    You have talent

    keep it up!

    God Bless!

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