How you would look good with your dress in my room
and I'd press my lips on you.
How you would look good with your head on my chest
and listen to my beats.
But you said
"Baby,wake up from your daydream.
I'm not here.
It's not real.
It's just a daydream."
This is the moment I cursed to the wind
and the flowers died,
all the tulips on the side
has dried
and dead are the butterflies.
Reality has ruined my life.
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PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
