Let Our Friendship Fly
My twin and I were walking along and what do you know? A dead butterfly! As soon as I saw it, I compared it to the two of us, and we both snapped off a wing to keep. Both wrote a poem about it. If you would like to see hers look up Emalynn Stone. Hers is better than mine...
Half for me, and half for the fitting piece
Two halves of a whole, all our friendship has to store
Together. Forever.
From the cocoon to the final release.
The orange for the passion and love put inside everything we do
The fiery lust that inspires us through and through.
Empty specks of white describe every moment of pure delight
From the pointless conversations to assuring each other, everything will be alright.
Solid black for the memories we held in tack
And for the unforgotten words we will never take back.
The soft rigid lines our past
Yet the solid shape as a whole proves we can last.
Yet a butterfly is weak and fragile
Never to be played, torn, or tasseled.
Every sparkle shows you are the one
The adventures of our friendship have barely begun.
So let this monarch butterfly be free to roam
For the sky is the limit, and freedom is our home.
** There is more!!**
The story... My friend and I were fighting silently. No words or actions given, just silence. The worst kind of fight, complete silence. We went to sit on the curb to wait for our ride, glance to our right, and there lays our friendship... I mean... a dead butterfly.
I saw it and immediately compared it to my friend and I. Dead. But I gave it more thought... My thought can be described in the poem. I snapped a wing off for both me and my friend (after freaking out about touching a dead creature!) And we BOTH wrote poems about this, and what it meant to both of us.
Please I beg of you, check hers out. She is a much better writer and even if you didn't like my sucky poem, you will enjoy hers. Check it out.
Her name is Emalynn Stone and she called it the Butterfly Wing I think....
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