To Caress A Butterfly’s Wings In Flight On A Beautiful Summer’s Day With A Heart Full Of Love
"You can't judge a poem by its title."
The moment we’re cut out of the womb… the lies begin. Love. Kindness. Happily ever after. Then, we inevitably scrape our knees. Pain, licks and smacks its lips as it introduces itself. That scar upon our knees serves as a...