Broken Sonnet

Can you see me soak in the rain
Of tears that flow? You do not know
That the dreams I dreamed gave me pain.
And now I writhe to see you go.
From afar I see, I admire
Your fragile wings sweet butterfly.
I can never hold--they're not mine
You belong there, up in the sky.
Flee from me quickly, lest I see
Your vivid hues fly gracefully.
My rose has wilted, suddenly
The petals, dead--so flee, you're free.
From afar I know, you're happy
Though you're unaware how I grieve.