The Butterflies Touch my Soul

The letters of the stories chapters

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump as he knew it was printed

As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump as he knew it was printed with a rose petal his one and only love that turned him into a secret but only ever lasted as words of a story and he never knew that she had written the letters to him saying how much she misses him and then it all ended up coming up like flashbacks in his head and now his heart was beating like a boy who was in love with a girl the very first time he ran up the stairs to chase her and was out of breath but that wasn't the only thing of her that caught his attention it was the words in the story that she had spoken to herself that she was writing him all along and she just could only write to herself instead of saying the name and it was a character in a book of pen pals but that was just the way they both had communicated and words never held a voice to what she could ever say to him only did she eventually find redemption through sounds of the stories that were like music to her ears of sounding grace and fallen stars from above they always looked at the same moon every night of everyday.

Touches Of Raindrops Feel Like Rose Petals

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

Because without the raindrops there would not be sun

And just like everyday that feels like tomorrow

It all came and went just like a lightning of thunder

Behind the clouds as the sun wants more and to come out through the day and see the open skies

Life without a rainfall still would feel like a drought and the rain would feel like it was coming any day

The loudness comes as a sparkle because each one of the fairy dust comes as a wish from a wand and a flutter from their wings.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

That would ask my wishes to stay as I poured out my raindrops of water into tears as I wait for them to come as I say my midnight prayers.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm trying to control the clouds as they weigh in to take my place of the rain that used to balance night and day.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

That falls through the cracks and drips down from every petal of the roses and reaches the stems as they touch the ground like it was soil.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

Coming down what does it reach

A movie or a sweet home memory

It was like a country song she wish

That she had written called the dreamers sweet moonlight.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

That feels like her world is a dream

Where raindrops came and cleared

The windows of where I like to read

Just by the bay window.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

Both sweet like cherry blossoms where the rose petals that fell down like raindrops doing something special with our hearts as they continued to beat like a soul of two hearts.

If wishes felt like rain, then certainly I am a storm

Petals and petals strong like the wind coming in with a heart full of puzzle pieces where time shaped the morning like it was the sun and me waiting for the dreams of us later on and then it all came like a flash of light.