Wings of change

A bright little flower, lost its glow
Under the sunshine, in a fertile land
Two little butterflies, fluttered low
With patterns of their own, took a stand

Wondered in amaze, how flower drooped
Sprinkled their magic, with their wings
A dust of rainbow, slowly looped
Around the shrivelled posy in enchanted rings

Looking away from the earth, she bloomed
The Crimson Petals unfurled to face
With a freshness that overpowered the wound
Into another new garden in a heavenly place.

Spiteful Spirit

Hand me a glass of the spiteful spirit
That takes away my soul from you,
Let me drown my self into it
While I watch you turn blue

That spirit in me is washed away
With every sip I take I pray
Haven't you seen me around lately
I've been pushing you away

If you look a little closer you will  find me in a daze
A daze that's numbed my feeling, so lifeless I lay

Hand me a glass of the spiteful spirit
It's the only way to hide my self
From the many worrying passing days
From all that you have to say

If you heard a little clearer you would hear me cry in vain
You would also see my love and soul drip away into a drain