Crimson Carnations teetering in the porch
Along with the humid air of summertime.
Melodious tweet of cuckoo's at dawn
Stomach filled with hibernated butterflies.
I never believed in love at first sight
Cross my heart and hope to die.
But looking at you for the first time
Your mysterious eyes made me believe all the myths.
And all my hibernated butterflies
You make them wonder
"How it feels to fly!".
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 8:02 AM UTC
Crimson Carnations teetering in the porch
Along with the humid air of summertime.
Melodious tweet of cuckoo's at dawn
Stomach filled with hibernated butterflies.
I never believed in love at first sight
Cross my heart and hope to die.
But looking at you for the first time
Your mysterious eyes made me believe all the myths.
And all my hibernated butterflies
You make them wonder
"How it feels to fly!".