Tag: Kayla Bently

Beautiful, blissful, butterfliesCarry those I’ve lost.They hold onto the memories.They remind me of better times.But they bring up the things unseen.Their beauty traps the observer,Until they can no longer see anythingExcept the butterflyIt becomes all they long forAll they rememberUntil they choose to look away.Away it flies.Away it goes.Leaving something...