Yakapin

Butterflies grow restless each day
Flying high up our hearts to stay
Until their little wings give out
They flap strongly all throughout

Wishing someday they will be freed
From this rotting place that’s their keep

Yet no one answered their request

Until a sudden gust of wind kisses
Then tears fall, leaving them in pieces

Still the owner keeps on growing butterflies
Flying from their stomachs to their hearts
Watching, waiting, growing all its parts
Not knowing that their source will fade
And a lack of delight will be displayed