Social Butterfly

I cry rivers on pages that dry into stains

I bleed on the floor, no one sees the pain

Tornado’s swirld not stop in my mind

Still I wonder if my words are a waste of time

I am a social butterfly

Flying here and there

Find places to land where others will care

I will try one more time to see where I land

Wordwaste.com

This will become a discovery of an uncharted land.

( I found a new poetry site that seems that I can write what I want and collaborate with other poets. It’s new and why not give it a try? I am already there.)