Can I Fly with Black Butterfly?

If I die tomorrow
Burry me with rose petals
So I can think about the flower
If I die tomorrow
I want to be that black butterfly that was in her window
I want to show her what it feels like to be free
I want to be her guide
I want to teach her what's wrong so she can make it right
If I die tomorrow
I don't want to be famous, but I don't want to be forgotten
I want her to look to the skies and pray for me
So if I die tomorrow
Make me Black Butterfly



I wrote this poem to coordinate with a short story I was in the process of writing, im very proud of that.

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