But I Gave You All 20s

But I Gave You All 20s short poem

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Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons
Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons
Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons
Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons
Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons

Relentless digging uncovered a bold sign
A buried past held deep inside an old shrine
Preserved for a lifetime, savored like a cold wine
Shovel broke dirt, under the soil a foretold shine
These words, this sentiment in the sediment, a gold mine

I am the newest skeleton in your closet untied
Watching your daddy issues and drug addiction collide
Let me out or allow me to tear you apart, you decide
You’ll forever be my always? I replied
Certainly my love, but know that I am dead inside

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