Like every story, she found her voice, the starlight butterfly
Let your voice
Come out to see
You are the only one
You will ever be
So just dream
And be yourself
Because that is the best me
You could ever be.
The words of the butterflies fairytale
The words off of the top of my head
Run like the heart on the piano string
And every key I wished for a once upon a time
But fairytale of time will soon be unrecognized and all the world
Will stare at the butterflies
Wondering what came of this world
Before they started blinking their eyes
And into the light
She shines just like the star of the moonlight.
Your girl you saw as fire
You saw her as a fire
But just know that she is filled
With impending desire
The only one to love
And now is drowning
Like a hidden dove.
The starlight butterfly girl
The starlight
That shines bright
Wish she will
Wish she want
To be the starlight butterfly
Of her dreams.
Just Show Your Voice
Let your voice
Come out to see
You are the only one
You will ever be
So just dream
And be yourself
Because that is the best me
You could ever be.
The heart slipping away
I cried every time
I felt the pain
Of my heart slipping away
And feeling like chasing you
Was the only way
Even though everyone told me to let go
I still felt like holding onto a memory.
Please remember
I still remember
Every photo that was taken
And that's what hurts the most
Is knowing that I still want to have you.
Spilled every raindrops of memories
Spilled every raindrop of my thoughts on the floor
Until they were consumed by a black hole of mysteries
And made every sound of a love song
And everlasting lyric of epiphany
Until I knew that it was the dreams
Speaking the truth to my past and future memories.
The fast track of memories
These are the fast times
Of the fast nights
That fast track my mind
To the memories of the stories
That no longer need a rewrite
As long we remain an open book
And a close casket.
You paint me as a moon of my dreams
You paint me
As a moon
But really I am the clouds
Of my dreams
At night
That will one day
Be my melody of reality.
The night came into dream
She came face to face
With her dreams
Of the moonlight butterflies
Where she wasn't the only voice in the room
Writing her stories.
YOU ARE READING
The Butterflies Touch my Soul
FantasyThe Butterflies chose to fly Like the BlueMoon and chase the soul That touched the night But before I could dream I just let the light of my wings Touch the mystery that was the moment Where moonlight was a new language of a story So come with...
