. . .
Your words might cut me like a knife in your mom's butter
I was fighting for my art, I was fighting for my dreams
Fighting for myself, fighting with my lovers
They had me so tied up, it could be right without you
I was thinking there's no other than you
These letters will always remain the timeless sweetest way
To show you how special you are I create with your treasured memories
It'll make others smile which is enough to brighten up your day
But if you knew... This is all about intimacy of our soul, honey
I was falling in love with you and I still do
. . .
YOU ARE READING
BUTTERFLY - LOVE
PoetryIn the beginning, I obey the heavy rain blindly. Now you're the hero of my book, the villain in the chapters, and the pain causing me art. This kind of art I am making is my favorite phase 'cause I feel everything all at once and it's all because of...
