butterfly

Butterfly


Love is like a butterfly, hold it to tight and it will crush, hold it to loose and it will fly away.
He leaves me to love as such a lone butterfly fluttering in the wind slowly dying, sprinkling the dust across the garden. Love and friendship can always end if it’s hold to tight and disappear if it’s not hold at all. So how do I save myself from those loving hands, sitting in then and looking into the eyes I love. How do I save myself from that voice so soft and so sweet? The warmth I so much desire to feel, so how do I save myself, how do I set you free from the red silk string you have bound to your heart and that holds me in a firm and gentle grip around my tiny butterfly neck?

When I move, you move with me. I feed off you and you feast on me.
Think of the darkest side, think of our souls alone, and think of the love you never knew.
I wont be a victim of those eyes and warmth, I will fly away freely but I will always come back for I’m addicted to your sweet smell that are like a flowers nectar that are fit for it’s butterfly. Forward but not permanent, sweet but not lasting and like a perfume that last for an eternity. Across the sky I will fly to come near you if just so an inch. I long to stay by your side and never leave you. To sit on you shoulder and to hear your voice. Those strange shadows will not scare me away, I just have to thing beyond the moment and I will se the love I will get. Across the sky I will always come for you if you just call for me my love.