He held her and kissed her like she was the butterfly of everything even the dreams he was facing of you and him that was what he wanted even though she was the dreamer a million miles away she has his heart all along the way with one night of the spark she was seen walking through the halls and was lathered in red lace that to her represent red rose petals of love and he looked at her from a distance and he dreamt so much of not just wanting to hug her in his embrace but to kiss her even though she was very much faraway
He left his mark on her heart he wished and dreamed for each of his night thoughts and remembered just how much she was a memory to him.
They were ready to fly as soon as they said goodbye for goodbye was not said but what was said was to have fun and she did without ever looking back except looking back didn't her because she was looking forward but to see him leave her on the sidewalk while now he is probably looking for her not to say he misses her I don't know because each time she said she did he never did but maybe now he does or he is just keeping himself busy hoping to wash all the pain down.
They were two moons and a star now she is a rose and he is has the last petal of her heart. Even though they may dream of each other that doesn't mean she doesn't want to go back to the start.
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My Heart is My Butterfly
PoetryThe heart is my butterfly And my love is my sky And the stars are the night But the roses are my moon And now the story starts But the dreams haven't ended.
