we were
up until midnight
talking, laughing
your eyes crinkling,
kissing at the corners
as you whisper
'i love you', once more.
and then i woke up
and my heart was
back to being broken
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poetry⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
032. just once more
we were
up until midnight
talking, laughing
your eyes crinkling,
kissing at the corners
as you whisper
'i love you', once more.
and then i woke up
and my heart was
back to being broken
