| Straw bed Once I thought I was a butterfly Gorgeous wings spread wide A prized possession Dazzling in color, something beyond the ordinary I was just a moth Attracted to the light and the heat The beauty of the flame Only to be burned and scarred Because of my weakness To be a butterfly To wrap my wings Around a flower Or even a strawberry A strawberry is a rose It smells even sweeter Not because of petals But the ripe flesh Sweetened by cream Fresh and appealing The taste of happiness Tucked in a bed Dreams of tomorrow A kiss for the sugar rose |