Scars you have collected as you go through the roads
Each one of them has a story just waiting to be told
I see that you've turned into this lonely soul
Faith slipping off your hands
I know you feel cold
Heart broken, you say "I don't need any hands fixing them"
But consider mine to hold those sharp pieces
My eyes can't bare to find itself and look up into your eyes
That longing look to feel loved
The life you're living makes it more painful
But would you please?
Please allow me to stitch back up those open wounds
With every stitch
I count them one by one
I will only use a golden thread
For you are special to me my love
No matter how you push me away
Words like knife slicing up my heart
Venomous drop onto those red lines
With all the scars my heart received from you
It still beats for you desperately
Just a thought
My stomach does a flip and is filled with butterfly
The power you have on me
Has gone wild
And I don't know what's the greatest part
The part of you loving me back
Or
The part that you could still make me feel many things even if you don't say a thing.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Effect
Poetrythis is a story to tell my ups and downs adventure I go with you, my love.
