The butterflies of you,
may show only half of your face,
but I still think you are beautiful,
even in the broken pieces that I might find the butterflies of you again,
and be able to tell you the story that was true but you may never have believed me when I had loved you even before you made me into a butterfly of wings,
and the photo of you that may have been a filter does not do you justice with just how much you brought the tears of you to my butterfly wings,
and that may be more of a quote of the day,
where the tears almost hit me like a pair of butterfly wings ready to fly and see the world for more than you ever were and the amount of strings that may have been attached to the love letters that have now turned into emails were one poem away,
from becoming another tear of my butterfly wings filter where inside you were always my story in a fairytale of unlocked diary entries,
and it only took a pair of butterfly wings for me to see the whole piece of the puzzle come together as a picture.
YOU ARE READING
If only you could walk in my shoes
PoetryIf only you could see just how hard the day is for me how when night creeps in it almost seems like I am living in a fantasy where no one knows my real identity besides you and me where onto we can see inside of each others glass slipper where after...
