The Butterflies Touch my Soul

I Walked In And You Were My Best Friend

I Walked In And You Were My Best Friend

I walked in and you were my best friend but then I wanted us to be more than friends that afternoon after we walked down memory lane and then you hugged before you left me that day.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday and some may still say I am your best friend but that is not what I felt about us after that day.

I may have walked in and you were my best friend but then I walked out and you were something different, you were more than a best friend to me.

You called me the art of your rose and painted me as blue as the blue moon

You called me the art of your rose and loved to paint me as blue as the moon

but only if you could stroke my name with a brush

and tell how good I looked with the color of blush.

You may want to paint the rose a different color than red and try to lighten the color of her love by making her blue as the sky and as night fall of midnight of the moon

and she may let you leave a blue moon crescent on her cheek but that won't stop her from adding a rose as a tattoo in the shape of a blue moon

along with the rose petals of my flower the one I drew of you behind the blue moon clouds

of the night hidden in the blue but behind the blanket of white covering up the light and

making it night but my heart may speak and say all these things

that I mean in my dreams and you may believe me

when I write rather than speak about a story I have written about me.

The skylight looked brighter than the ocean at night all warm and vibrant

The skylight turned brighter than the ocean I have seen at night all warm and cozy without a breath

you could almost read the signs of love by the heart of his chest and the way he caresses the waves

and turns then into sand and telling her he loves the ocean in order to keep every piece

for himself in the ocean of the hourglass and that was the time

before then and now she is still his mighty name carved in the sand of the ocean.

You were younger and I was older and that made us look and act so much older

You were young and I was older and we made looking like each other an art form so may say I was your sister and you were my brother and that was not the case even though we both acted just like each other and you could tell we were quite similar in a lot of ways and that is what drew me to think as well are what really brother and sister?

But the thought didn't click with me in my brain and led me to believe we were compatible at the hip and the night we turned our dreams into magic we ended up creating our own little fairytale of love and even though I write about every detail to the world so they could be in touch with my stories I still keep some things private but I still love knowing I can look back on what I wrote about us from time to time.

Even in the morning I was already crying

Even in the morning I was already crying mourning knowing

you were not here with me but leaving me was

what it felt like to be alone with me.

After every rain pour it turn into more and then reality became

my own umbrella in a lot of ways and staring back at me

like a girl in the mirror outside looking for the window

and seeing her love so faraway you would think they were two kingdoms

who were together and now they are apart just like a fairytale

and in the end they both come back together.

He kisses me in front of the rose petals as my blue moon

He kisses you but you don't know if you do or don't want him to?

He just plants a kiss as he leans into your lips

And then you ask what was that for?

And he says because I just wanted to kiss my

beautiful girl in front of the rose petals

And let them know how much I loved you and

the thought of being your blue moon.

Quiet

Being quiet was never my strong suit

Sometimes I wanted to write my words

In order to get the words out in my stories

And that was enough for me to want to close the curtain

And dream in moonlight without a single sound of the sunlight

Or the daylight creeping in to steal the light away from the moon again.

Love

Love was secret

Love was kiss and tell

Love was a story

Love was forever

Love was stable

Love was a heartbeat

But along together Love was

A hug of affection for me.

BlueMoon

He was the star I saw at night

He was only one I dreamt of at night

He was the only piece that unlocked the puzzle

He was the only song about coffee I listened to

He was the only one I wanted to dream of when the lights were off.