"The butterflies"
By, Amanda Duckworth...
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside...
Clouds split where we touch,
Everlasting sprinkles shine...
With love there are echoes, which still persist
Even long after, the time that you left...
If there ever
Was a way to...
Tell me you don't love me and for you,
I am perfectly imperfect...
You were..
..an array of colours...
Just a little longer, I wished to hold your body...
That moment was beyond compare, I take it as a...
My bleeding heart
Feels no comfort...
Gone are the suffering and agony of love.
The separation stretched out hands over me...
Ah, sweet fragrance of nectar riding upon tides of...
Wingless and broken,
From the sky I had fallen...