I wish the butterflies,
That made my stomach rise,
Came back to life
Again
I wish those moments when
I hadn’t plan my agenda
To love
Again
These moments are sacred,
Though it might have been wasted
Not truly taken care
Of those memories
Hated
Cause I try to run them back again
And I hope that my tummy
Still felt like this with you
I remembered greeting you that day
When my heart felt astray
And now I cant think
Of moments
that would rise me above these ashes
I feel like
I have been
Trying
To set the doves that was once trapped in cage
And now being set free
Like it was once filled with rage
But now I feel
Like the moments once wasted
Is now being truly cherished
When all we ever had to do was stay
Pray
And slay
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
I wish the butterflies,
That made my stomach rise,
Came back to life
Again
I wish those moments when
I hadn’t plan my agenda
To love
Again
These moments are sacred,
Though it might have been wasted
Not truly taken care
Of those memories
Hated
Cause I try to run them back again
And I hope that my tummy
Still felt like this with you
I remembered greeting you that day
When my heart felt astray
And now I cant think
Of moments
that would rise me above these ashes
I feel like
I have been
Trying
To set the doves that was once trapped in cage
And now being set free
Like it was once filled with rage
But now I feel
Like the moments once wasted
Is now being truly cherished
When all we ever had to do was stay
Pray
And slay
