Feeling butterfly

The feeling of butterflies
The ever burning flames
Are all flies
Hovering for fames.

It's sad to believe
That d days of merry
Are gone to relieve
The sweetness of berry.

Sailing on the ship
With high voltage
Not knowing that a sheep
Could be a montage.

Trying to just let go
The hard times
And the sorrows
Sore like limes.

Had to face
My fears
And pace
My rears.

All I do is cry
Weep in pain
Hopefully to try
And make some gain.

But seems the reasons
Why the memory
Stays for this season
Is for some Emory.

My heart bleeds
My soul skips

Things weren't this way
But any which way
I hope the pain doesn't last
Like decades past.