The Butterflies Touch my Soul

You are connected to me just like a story

The memory of you

The day you stayed

with me instead of ran away

but now you are faraway

and I still count up to the days

where you could see me in full memory of you and me.

The day you stayed

with me instead of ran away

but now you are faraway

and I still count up to the days

where you could see me in full memory of you and me.

Getting to know the real me when I was with you

and becoming the girl who was quite used to being embraced by the moon of you.

Where stopping count was just a number of

chapters that were being done to finish the story

but you still held my heart in the chemistry of who you were to being the one that was still and always will be in love with me.

BlueMoon

BlueMoon

hugged with the moon

kissed with the lips of the love

I had thought was yours

but it was a dream of the two of us

together again just you and me

it seems to me I am seeing everyone else but you and that is ok for now because I feel like I have already had my fair share of reunions with people some who I wouldn't mind seeing others I would rather walk away from but for now me and you will just remain a dream inside of a closed journal of memories.

Roses

Roses

comes like flowers

and like the night

some have thorns

others have petals

just to bloom like the night

of us connected by a story of words and dreams.

The hours on hours of our dreams

The hours had sparked a time in his mind where the story was of two the rose petals and BlueMoon but to us midnight was almost over that is until our dreams came to see the other side of the river and once the thoughts became buried inside of the words that only took a second to find out the truth at least when it came to the other half of the story of us. What time has ever came to the point where it was close bough to want to look back and see how backwards the time fell beneath the hourglass but the ocean could only carry the waters so far to the waves at least when it came to the clouds that saved the rain of each and everyday it might have seemed like it was lost and kept inside of the fallen blast from the hidden moons past and once it was hit like a label all of the stars started to paint the blue as the moon which escaped the words that only carried away all of the hidden emotion where he could paint a picture with what seemed like minutes to hours to now not being sure of what could have come out once his mind left the words inside of the story with the roses of his heart and the voices that had stolen the fallen words that escaped like a backwards of fallen raindrops to the last spoken words that only sparked the idea of meeting his one again in person but that seemed to have a limit rather than a golden ticket and until he was able to unlock the gates he instead stayed behind the closed doors of reality and only open his heart inside of a dream of the stars and wished upon every time he painted the picture ocean and white summer blue.

But his heart was still the picture that never closed the end of the chapter even though it all seemed very surreal to me to want to leave and that seem to count after the fact when I only ever wanted to be with him and more than anything I was only ever in love with the real one I got of him and that was through the hugs that gave me courage to love.

Mixing up the pieces and putting them all back together seemed to be enough to tie into the rest of what made the story a little more real than just being tied to a dream that seemed so much more different when it was being written in person and not just being words on paper but calling it the writing of my life and the story of my dreams of what made life you and me.

Forever may have seemed like a fog but trust me when the ending comes it will feel real to see the reality of us that has come all together.

She only ever painted the picture of the lights that were turned on and showed how they had been made forever and when the night had come then it all felt gone because of the rain that felt like it was supposed to be a part of the story but to her it was as if her dreams meant so much more to what she was already in her mind come to thinking and it only took her to say those three words of I love you first.

The fire was getting closer

But to her the clouds of air were getting dimmer by the second as the fire was the flame that was out from the water of the smoke alarm.

He had waited twenty years to return it

But never felt like he could ever see the sky

that was painted blue just like us when it

was all midnight to me and you.

The space caught my fall kind of like I was staring into space with the look of mars acting like I was a mysterious moonlight inside of a dream but to me a girl was plenty more of those things that left me alike the past but captured the lens before it could change the fact that I was no longer guessing and it was like I was not irritated but keeping grounded all of the empty spaces of roses and moonlight.