I wore my ring in front of my mom today
She asked where I got it from I told it was a gift from a friend she knew
But it harmed to tell her that it was in your name the ring was engraved in
I smiled looking at the ring
It felt unfamiliar but comfortable at the same time
It felt strange on my finger
Sometimes lose sometimes too tight but still I liked the way it fluttered my heart
I still think how I smiled at the ring and cried at the day it belonged to me
I still do care for me it wasn't just a ring or the butterfly but something more then that
Physical I dreamed and played guitar at the same time
It somehow didn't fit my ring finger so I shifted it to my middle
You might think I don't feel the same but I do and I am afraid that I might loss it
Be it today or never the ring you brought is my favorite among all the other I ever have
People might think this will end
People want this to end
But I hope this doesn't
YOU ARE READING
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
PoetryI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
