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You open your heart and look at me, I gaze, amazed at loves colours iridescently Yes I see butterflies, Frosted crimson, golden lime, royal in splendor, They have no concerns or gender, but dance together excitedly at the nectar of your eyes. You open your mind to my thoughts, I'm sold and bought, with nothing but your smile as currency. I stay awhile, unshelled, basking in the rays of your happiness, Stripped of my fatty pride to straight juicy humbleness You leave me feverish, just to know you exist. You opened your ears to my words, They bend in the wind like Sansevieria swords, burrowing deep into the part of you that lays dormant and still. Absorbing and encasing my seeds of love that want to be free, you whisper light as wind while terraforming for me? You opened your mouth and spoke the earth around me shook as I awoke the soil and stones tangoing with my new roots nourishing my leaves and blossoming fruits as I reach up up up to the skies To meet your beautiful Butterflies
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
Butterflies
You open your heart and look at me, I gaze, amazed at loves colours iridescently Yes I see butterflies, Frosted crimson, golden lime, royal in splendor, They have no concerns or gender, but dance together excitedly at the nectar of your eyes. You open your mind to my thoughts, I'm sold and bought, with nothing but your smile as currency. I stay awhile, unshelled, basking in the rays of your happiness, Stripped of my fatty pride to straight juicy humbleness You leave me feverish, just to know you exist. You opened your ears to my words, They bend in the wind like Sansevieria swords, burrowing deep into the part of you that lays dormant and still. Absorbing and encasing my seeds of love that want to be free, you whisper light as wind while terraforming for me? You opened your mouth and spoke the earth around me shook as I awoke the soil and stones tangoing with my new roots nourishing my leaves and blossoming fruits as I reach up up up to the skies To meet your beautiful Butterflies
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC
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