To me you are this wonderful arrangement,
That makes a beautiful bouquet,
But at this time your beauty like a flower,
Is now a horrible display,
You use to be a butterfly,
Whose colors changed the world,
But now you're crushed by a child's net,
And your world has become unfurled,
You use to make people happy,
Use to adorn the tables of kings,
But no longer can you fly above,
On your broken wings,
You use to be the laughter,
That echoed through out my mind,
But now you are the depression,
From whom I want to hide,
You no longer make me want to laugh,
Now you make me want to cry,
And the love I use to have for you,
Is now something I now deny,
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