Sitting Alone

When Butterflies Ascend

She said she’d understand

She said she’d be my friend

But broken hearts can lie

When butterflies ascend.

When feelings make no sense

They strike at speed of sound

They knock her off her feet

Emotions rise as sun goes down.

Night time brings confusion

Nights alone yield puppet strings

Her fickle thoughts betray her

But come full circle to ulterior themes.

I pray her oppressive bubble bursts

And her soul can shed the sphere

When butterflies ascend again

I hope she knows I’m always here.