WHOSE ETERNITY SHE HAD BELIEVED IN

in the tale of a girl
and the butterfly of her
that she loved over
she heard love does end
and the butterfly goes hence

yet she believed not neither

clasped it so firm
whose eternity she believed in

They were pleased so precious
as the colors on its wings.
were naive as its beauty
and real as the fear of death
sincere as the lament for rest

hold she tight her butterfly
for it not to fly
hugged it to feel loved
whose eternity she believed in

one day it flied away
to a land
litte girl cant go away
to a land
where the cry is still
to a happiness
it cant desist

and the little girl fell
in a well
and then she did yell
in the lies,
in the hates,
in the walkouts

Yet she figured out
the one she loved wasnt the butterfly
and so on she came to know
the love of the butterfly was the butterfly
just like its life
short and false
besides with no returns

whose eternity she had believed in...