Splintered Wings

Butterflies are delicate things,

being blown on the wind by their paper thin wings.

They flutter to forests and fields afar,

but one falls astray, into the path of a car.

With no time to escape, or fly out of the way,

she lands on the pavement, wings splintered and frayed.

A human heart is very much the same,

yearning for freedom, not wanting to be tame.

But sometimes thier passionate love can fade,

and they end up like the butterfly...

heart spiltered and frayed.