No Title Please Give Me One :p

Just wrote this poem and it needs a title

 I visited them again

In my dreams

Their sullen faces stare through the trees

At me, the outsider.

The trees are swaying to the beat of my heart

Butterflies linger on my skin


Their wings beat softly against my lips

Tears of the bumble bee sting in the night

The fireflies enlighten the forest floor

And, then, I see

What their sullen faces see

JellytotBandit JellytotBandit
13-15, F
Feb 17, 2010