Dead butterflies

Dead butterflies

Your pretty words

Are complete nonsense,

Escaping your lips

Only to fall down

Like dead butterflies.

Only a fool can remark,

Their inner beauty,

Justify the crime

Of being empty inside.

So you feed the naive souls,

With lies and crave for their existence

In your life and head,

Because otherwise...

You’ll turn into a butterfly yourself...

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Some can’t live without lies anymore, it’s not a bad habit or an addiction, it’s the only way of living, achieving and gaining attention they know…

Candle’s flame

Candle’s flame

A flame of a candle,

Still keeps the warm in your heart,

And it’s light,

Keeps sparks in your eyes.

But there’s no one inside,

For a so long,

Only remains of you,

Trying to imitate your life.

But your lips smile,

As no one knows the truth

And brain create lies,

As the only thing it remains to do.

And you still receive love,

But you can’t give it back,

As the wounded soul,

Only gains pain instead.

You’re a candle,

And you’re running out of time,

But no one sees how you’re burning down,

They only see your light.

© Laura Dambite, 2013.

Please, please never burn out…