Butterfly Cigarette 

Written by Elysian Huyz 

I am a mother of two
soon to be mother of one
and then mother to tombs 
casted so delicately that
no one can see.

But they were just kids!
Kids that didn’t get to
play in the rain,
suffer from malaria
once a month,
get discriminated against.
They didn’t get the chance
to make the same mistake 
I made like giving birth 
twice before turning fifteen.

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Forever is two minutes Away

Forever is two minutes away
As I walk with hands in mine
Across the isle
And I have to smile
Footsteps glued in iron shoes
Music light like heaven’s gate
Love has absolutely nothing to prove
Forever is twenty footsteps away
But I won’t say that am afraid
Escorted by aged smiles and empty graves
Whispers saying stop and run away
Lonely eyes say you’re making a mistake
But Forever is just two seconds away
Your mistake is two words away
I do is not always ok
I do is not always the right way
I do becomes smoke on an ash tray
The love becomes ash of the cigarette
Love isn’t do or die, its hit or miss
Love is a fun game of russian roulette
Its a game of scooby go fetch
Shaggy is standing by the priest
And scooby is back with the stick
Someday someone would get tired, bored or love sick
Probably the scooby in white with shaky legs and a masking vail