Who are you when nobody's watching?
Who are you when nobody's watching?
I am a person who makes her own stories
But only from her life experiences and many people don't really get to see the real me but instead they only see the outside of me.
I turned around you were gone
I turned around you were gone
But I still missed you even though
I was never able to say goodbye to you
But to me the hug that I gave you seemed to be all the words I could say to you without actually telling you all of me
And it only took just one simple touch to get me to say all that I ever wanted to feel with you and that was the start of me falling in love with you.
Your hands, my skin
Your hands, my skin
The way I love you
And the moon that captures my dreams
Of the one who sees every part of the way that we dream and the life that we both want to live and the heart that lives to love me and you.
Coffee
The coffee
Touched your lips
I was still trying not to be jealous
Of the warm touch that it gave while the coffee cup
Kissed your face and the lips of you
Love more than it could ever kiss you
And then the coffee was my dream
That tasted like fall on a winter day of leaves and as they fell it all changed colors but the coffee never changed its flavor and it was so nostalgic that it reminded me of a home away from home and a Christmas gift of love and cheer.
Before you never remember again
Before you never remember again
Let's just have one more day together
Before we both forget about the memories and until we both find ourselves resurfacing all that we used to be we can choose to make the memories happen again.
Enchanted
Was the memories I had with just you
But more than that it was becoming a
Butterfly of my own skin as well
As being with you
And I fell hard and fast for loving you
And maybe that was just a dream
But at one point in my life I could have
Sworn you were into me and that the hug
That you always used to give me was more than just a silence of no words but us becoming more than just best friends.
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...
