Sweet Butterfly


I can’t stop staring at you and even when I’m not staring, I’m thinking about you.
Not a moment passes that I don’t remember,
the times we shared , our love always too tender, too bare.
Lost a lot, but who really cared?
we cared.
A cross my mind you run slow paced.
Beautiful eyes , we acquired  minimum space.
Our souls danced together smoothly like a artist brush stroke.
Our canvas molds together more gentle than fresh air and cigar smoke.
Beautifully one, beautifully one.

by: jasmine aka beyondalleyes


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