maybe I wanted to be like all the butterflies,
flying above you in circles,
observing you,
touching you gently with my wings.
somehow pointless in your eyes,
but beautiful.
and maybe I wanted to struggle
with the fact that you were the
most beautiful thing in this
world and no words from
my butterfly mouth could ever
express that.
and maybe my wings
would take me away and you
would turn your gaze to me,
observing Me.
a simple butterfly,
out- of -this- world -beautiful.
with the strong desire,
to give you all of her,
sharing her pure butterfly soul
with a girl
with long dark hair and blue eyes,
observing butterflies, and
thinking of you.