'A villanelle'
Hurtful remarks… out of sight, lie,
don’t pierce me with thorns, end the decry.
Don’t rip the wings off this butterfly.
Look away…when you make me cry,
Go on your way…turn a blind eye.
Your hurtful remarks… out of sight lie.
It’s all in your mind…wish I knew why,
relishing that I look like small fry.
to rip the wings off this butterfly.
I am worthless, is what you imply,
you pull me to pieces, high on the sly.
your hurtful remarks… out of sight lie.
Converts to worse, when I don’t reply,
Please recognise that, I’m really quite shy.
Don’t rip the wings off this butterfly.
If…you don’t want to change, big guy,
the right time to say goodbye…is nigh.
Cos hurtful remarks… might out of sight lie,
but you won’t rip the wings off…this butterfly.
©June Sciortino 05/05/2013
