Dec 2020
I stopped catching feelings
All those butterflies seemed to have flown away and never returned home
That was in the month of winter
And now it's spring
The leaves are falling
Still no trace of butterflies
Like they never made it to their destination
Flowers haven't blossomed
The purple colour of the garden is no more for the eyes to adore
How beautiful the place was
Magical time of the fairies still alive
Everything seems slow like the earth has become the moon
We can no longer feel the gravity
It's so hard to fall in love again
For I failed to catch the butterflies
All those butterflies seemed to have flown away and never returned home
That was in the month of winter
And now it's spring
The leaves are falling
Still no trace of butterflies
Like they never made it to their destination
Flowers haven't blossomed
The purple colour of the garden is no more for the eyes to adore
How beautiful the place was
Magical time of the fairies still alive
Everything seems slow like the earth has become the moon
We can no longer feel the gravity
It's so hard to fall in love again
For I failed to catch the butterflies
Falling in love can be tricky especially when you don't want to go through the same flames that brought scars to your skin.
You will always let love pass by you like a passer-by on the streets that you ain't interested in knowing.
You always repel anything that will drag you to the pool in which you once swam
Because you just can't let go of the pain
That pain has taken possession of you and keeps guiding your decisions
And yet sometimes you have to let go and move on
You will always let love pass by you like a passer-by on the streets that you ain't interested in knowing.
You always repel anything that will drag you to the pool in which you once swam
Because you just can't let go of the pain
That pain has taken possession of you and keeps guiding your decisions
And yet sometimes you have to let go and move on
