kaisumi23

why can't we be like fireflies, specs of light, glowing in the night? we would be beautiful, we would be bright, but most of all, we would be the greatest sight. shining like a star; catch us in a jar. we'll light your way, shall you ever stray.

Gone, Leaving Nothing but Memories As the crystallized drops of water fall gently down her cheeks you ask, "Why do you cry, butterfly?" Your answer is a numb silence. Just the muffled, yet audible suffering of pain-filled tears cascading like a waterfall down her face. She tries to stay strong, tries to push away the tears, the agony, the feelings… But she ends up breaking her mask with uncontrollable sobs and hysteria. There's nothing you can do but watch her in her martyrdom. It kills you to see her broken like this. You can't even give her sympathy or pity. All you can do is watch the helpless life before you. After all, you