We lay next to each other speaking of goals; dreams and hopes.
Tears roll from your face as you whisper your desires.
Butterflies in our belly's as we embrace each others minds and hearts.
We speak of our dreams as if time were nothing but a word, not a concept of reality.
We spend years together, as if time hasn't changed us, but have made us as one.
The day I will remember the most is the day you said you fallen out of love.
The day that my world, had ended.
I peer upon your face, the beauty, our hopes and our dreams together.
I place the bird of paradise on your casket.
What happened to the butterflies?
