The Lost Love

Beneath the blue sky
 Beneath the stars 
 Beneath the senyru of the maple tree
 Are tainted butterflies lost in love,
 Their tragic beauty and twisted hearts
 Come from a scorned poetess thereof.
 Bleeding angels with wings of flames
 Beautiful chaos that’s rotten with pain,
 Courageous dreamers looking for joy
 Like baby rainbows without their stain.
 Blue dreams cursed with purple sparkles
 Female faces with wasted fake smiles,
 A lady of pearl or the princess of love
 Unseen exposures dare seen for miles.
 Tainted butterflies until the end of eternity
 That’s branded like a naughty mouse,
 From cold steel jaws of a harsh society
 Their sneaking hearts are now doused.