About the Poem
This poem is about a person who places their heart, soul, and life, into another person/relationship, and then their heart is broken and ripped away, leaving them shattered.
Prisoner (of Love And Memory) |
| by Lisa Boyd |
| Like a butterfly he captured me, kept me captivated in a little box made of glass. Stroked my fragile wings and called me beautiful as a sunrise in spring. Fed me sweet nectar words and stole my fluttering heart away. He caressed my soul and let me fly within the confines of the little glass box within which I lived. Then my caretaker crushed my delicate wings, my gorgeous leaves of life withered and died. With one stone to my little glass haven, my heart had broken and my strength had shattered into fragments of the vibrancy I was. And then he set me free. |
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2 Visitor Comments
Christina
i really like this peom it has alot of meaning to it and i love that about it. good job and write more
Amy
Wow!I love the comparison between the butterfly and yourself. I hope to see more work like this from you :-)
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