and there goes the ocean
of butterflies i've kept
hidden all these
moments.
they clog my heart, filled with
emotions and daydreams
that my mind surely
fights away.
but those butterflies have
convinced my heart.
they told her that if she gets hurt
again, those few butterflies
would care for her.
the heart was stupid.
and here goes the flock
of freedom i’ve
so kept.
YOU ARE READING
nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙
Poesíafor you who has found this, for you who has vainly read my dreaded feelings and silent sobs.
