Like the colours of butterfly wings stick to flowers blooming...
Same way your presence had sticked around me ever since u left....
But guess what??
It improves the beauty of my petals...
It enhances the feel of my fragrance..
Whenever the breeze go through....
I feel like its u....
Not the one who simply left...
But the one who gave me the value of being priceless...
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
Like the colours of butterfly wings stick to flowers blooming...
Same way your presence had sticked around me ever since u left....
But guess what??
It improves the beauty of my petals...
It enhances the feel of my fragrance..
Whenever the breeze go through....
I feel like its u....
Not the one who simply left...
But the one who gave me the value of being priceless...
