That girl

I saw her sitting there
demurely on that yellow chair
eating breakfast all alone
there wasnt any ring from her phone
which laid in her purse on her lap
she didnt make a sound, not even a foot tap

her eyes darted to the left, sometimes to the right
her hair jet black, reflecting the morning light
she separated the spices in the food and put a little in her mouth
but never did, in her chair, she figit or move about

I could see the sadness in her eyes
her pretty face pale as moonlight
I wondered what she thought
I wonder what emotions she brought

As I sat nearby watching
she savoured her meal; slowly eating
watching the crowd pass her by
then i left my seat and in my mind wished her goodbye

Butterflies

the butterflies sit on the flower
they smile back at me
they wack the smile off my face
and then sit and watch with glee

now when the world is burning slow
they look me in the eye and take a bow
then they disappear into eternity
but some stay back and grin at me

the butterflies skip to the beat
and i stare with awe in the morning heat
they chant war songs and talk of impending doom
but i choose to go back into my room

they follow me in formation
they seek me out for information
when i say i have nothing with me
they charge me with heresy

and now the buterflies spread their wings
and a haunting melody they sing
they take out a machine gun
and tell me their battle is to be won