Metamorphosis
butterflies beauty excels...

If love could be bottled would you fill a bath,
then drown in it...

When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...

Imagine holding a dice in your hand
You grip it tightly, kiss it and know...

Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...

Soon calling winter
Heat executes cold today...

I learnt the value of determination
the day you looked passed the excess baggage...

Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...

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My mirror mocks my image daily...

Mood murders wisdom
After, returns ultima...

Looking back demoralises
paths trodden that deserved...

Ever felt a head so heavy
it flops from one side...