Last night i dreamed i caught a butterfly
as pretty as could be
with wings of gold
and purple shot through
i held it in my hands
it's wings fluttering furiously against my fingers
i felt it's tiny feet skittering in my palms
I lowered it slowly ever so alowly
into what would be it's last place ever
I closed the lid and watched as it beat against the glass
eventually it layed in the bottom
flutering every so often then it stopped
As i watched i realized
I am that butterfly
My life is my Killing Jar

i watch you slowly dieing as i take an ice pick which could take life or
give it i chose to give it and punch air holes for you to once again
breath life and live.

((((((((((((((ice))))))))))))))))

thanks six if it were only that simple

thats depressing

i'm sorry heather not sure what to say.LOL

I would set you free

to watch you flutter your wings as they should

not be locked up in a jar for people to watch you slowly die

life is meant to be lived to its fullest

Fly Ice, Fly

If it is your way, fly to me

thank-you darling that was sweet

I like the reversal

thank you i think.LOL

nice poem Bethany

thank-you darling