The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
Summerbird

There's a butterfly in my kitchen
trying to escape
flapping wings keep carrying it back
drawn to the blinding lights
caught by the magic sights

Please butterfly
don't die tonight
butterfly
try
don't give up the fight
butterfly
fly
far away
through the window and so high
you can't die tonight
not in my kitchen
not while I'm watching

Butterfly in my kitchen
why did you even come here?
My Pretty Flower

Open letter on my desk
open up the life to me
bring me the world

Your perfume hangs around
long after you're gone
haunts me
long after the words have faded

The pretty flower reminds me it's summer
your scent won't let me forget you were here
open letter in my hand

I finally see you as you are
all my faults revealed in your perfection
pretty flowers smell so nice
pretty flower on my desk

Your perfume hangs around
long after I'm gone
pretty flower growing still
Happythoughts

My little place inside
the golden streets of my own world
I smile at it all

And wonder:
why did I ever worry?
why did I ever fear?
why did I ever doubt
why did I never stop to enjoy
all the shiny things
and the golden streets before?
Sigh and the art of self destruction

Be quiet
for god's sake don't say a word
never talk to us
and we'll return the favor
we'll never reveal what's going on

So what if it tears you up?
live with it
or die
who cares?
who cares about you?
Don't fool yourself
you're not that important
you're not that important to us
we only want one thing from you
that you don't talk
then we won't talk back
be quiet
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