The Butterflies Touch my Soul

I promise, My Butterfly

I promise butterfly

You will always come first on my mind

Even if it doesn't play out right

There are many wonders to this lesson of life

And that is what is between you and I.

Lost without digits

Yes I may be lost without the digits

And wondering when the call will pick up

But I know I am much more than just the wait

And I am done making it my way.

Be whole

All I want is to be whole

And have my butterfly with me too

Where my heart is with me

And I can stop being broken.

My past no longer has a hold on me

My past may be with me

But it is no longer a part of me

I love the past like it is blue

But now it is time for me to find the sun too.

The other part of my story

The other part of the story

Was the remaining parts of you

That continued to play

With my mind

Until they promise me a butterfly.

The art of a dream

That sketch of you and I

Knows more art than words

But the picture was what everyone

Thought was worth a thousand words

And to me you were the art of a sketch inside of a dream.