I saw the text she wrote
Her heart was spilled all over the page
I don't how I felt but I knew exactly what she felt
I could let myself once again to this butterfly
But I didn't know what would happen if she finds a new flower, you know how butterflies are.
So again I was at the crossroads,
A state of crossed swords
Move the wrong way and get cut, you may heal,
But move away in a very wrong way and you will be lost in the butterfly's colours that shine like the rainbow but comes only when it rains but remember I had to remember there's lighting too, and comes when it rains.
Her eyes shone with smiles ,like she was speaking to my soul
I was again trapped in time,
I had to embrace the time and be the flower for her to find nectar with hope of YOLO
©njue
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