Tuesday, December 29, 2015


molded to a dress, to a belief,
to an event, and to a legacy.

from the outside, a statue
of perfection, but on the inside


butterflies flutter out of control

however fueled by certain conviction
in a vow, she would not waiver.

because her vow lasts longer
than a moment.


Maria said...

Lovely. It's strange to me that butterflies fluttering are considered imperfection.

Nicole said...

This is perfect.

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