Butterfly

She loved driving fast on the open road.

Feeling the wild, winter winds run through her open hair.

At the peak of the night, she would gaze and smile at the stars,

despite the challenges,she smiled a great load.

Her smile, so innocent and sincere, you had to try hard not to stare.

Every moment of life she enjoyed, fighting back tears she would stand,

facing the sun, she glowed.

She wished for a free world in which no rules or restrictions applied,

wanted to be just like a butterfly, and fly.

I truly wish I was that girl, so open, so free

for this world we live in make our smiles weak and our nights so very cold.