fruitflies.

Silly poem inspired by my friend. 2009.



A Gypsy Stole my Butterflies and now there are tears filling my eyes. My Stomach is now full of fireflies and it burns so i sit and utter a million sighs.

The Gypsy also stole my heart and then went and tore it apart. I know for the gypsy it was just an art, but as for me, it was my heart.

That Gypsy also took my soul, so now my life is very dull and all i can do is sit and mull over the empty hole that was once my soul. (: