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Plastic butterflies

It's raining outside
Like it had never rained before
Pouring drops like it's the absolute end
And I feel afraid
When I see that my window is unclear
And I hear the thunder
Damaging the angels' hearts
I put plastic butterflies on my window
To make me feel that it's still sunny
But I can't make it stop any day
The rain isn't exactly my problem I know
It's easier to blame it than to blame myself
I'm cold and depressed
I feel exposed and destroyed
But I tried so hard
I fail when I'm on my own
I'm lost in a world that I fear will never get me
And I hate to be the stranger in their eyes
I don't know why I always feel this cold
It's raining like it won't be clouds evermore
I can hardly see through my window
Can it wash the world clean?
Can it wash my loss away?
I will try so hard… again
Can the butterflies live through this endless day?
I hope ...

by NOangelsLEFT
posted on 02/10/2009

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Comment by OMGitzSkittlez: Feb 11, 2009 7:09 pm
that was really good, I loved it.
Comment by amatyana: Feb 10, 2009 4:38 pm
amazing concept, i loved the theme, very creative. I love how you said I realize the problem is within me but blaming the rain is easier, a wonderful insight.
Comment by tritran: Feb 10, 2009 4:57 pm
i like the tittle
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