I've been the lonely self, just by myself.
Keeping my thoughts to myself, my feelings in a safe.
A broken soul, lost in the mist,
A walking dead to say the least.
In my head I became a host, of a lost world just my own.
Then we met and something changed,
Unrecognizable, everything exchanged.
Who am I, who have I become;
Please look away so I can be one.
Can't take this anymore for I realize,
In your eyes a reflection,
Of my burning affection;
Or as I would rather call it,
My distinct butterfly effect.🦋
May be a phase, maybe not.
May be a start, maybe not.
Made a chaotic being but still liking me.
To get my thoughts straight I should forfeit.
But a glimpse from you sets my mind free,
From a confused me from a troubled me.
Moving on from you a privilege,
Afraid an impossibility standing at the edge.
How am I supposed to move on stuck in this now,
Falling in love, yes, I'm stumbling now.
It's quite embarrassing, you all know how.
But I would rather call it MY
BUTTERFLY EFFECT. 🦋
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Call It Love (POETRY)
PoetryLove, the most unpredictable feeling known to mankind. It's impossible to try to understand love, but let's try to venture into the world where many have entered but few have returned wholly.
