there is a city full of angels ,
and when i saw them my heart was surprised, but the butterflies really flew inside me when i saw you and became something in my eyes , and you were only the precious one.
i stared with your eyes for several minutes and found something inside them ,
and then i found a cure for that huge chaos inside me,
and your voice was my favorite melodic ,
and when you yexed my name those butterflies were causing me a stir inside me ,
your words were playing the tendons of my heart and nostalgia,
and then the city is now empty and there's no angel,
only me standing in front of you disappointed and I vomited the dead butterflies to get rid of my feeling of you , but even when the butterflies disappeared
i begged God to bring you back .
YOU ARE READING
Dear You...
Poetryletters and feelings written in this book in the form of a blame or a little longing , feeling worried about a love story that didn't work and ended from the beginning hurt , but what hurts the most is waiting for someone that will never come back .
