Two Lost and Found butterflies.
Tears rolling down.

The most rewarding scenery is the landscape of the lovers innermost feelings and emotions  for each other and both twin butterflies.
Surely a twin's true love that never failed, even bottled in a dark dungeon- it still holds evidence of greatest reigns plotted since eges past.
Like a diamond polished, unworned by its true queen.
Its still a diamond grown in greatest friction and much heat.
A fire burning for the longest time.
Yes it may now be in the finger of the greedy liar divider murderer
on speed.
The evil trashing defamatrex
Is still a great Impostor
****** a true queen bee's,
first landscape pradise.
Forgive my metaphorical poor grade here.
I am still no poetess
Just a tragic true life kinder Garten observer of sorts.
A possible self portrait of loss and undying grief
Drowning in true events that inexplicably give me life worth living.
Its essence,the magic of true love, lost and found, found and lost,
And against all odds,retained wiithin its infinite truth
poweted only by eternal love and gratitud.
I remain in love, my beloved's
pure loves ashes,
that heals me to my core

And I'm no longer lost nor alone.
My lonely thorny crooked path,
i have left behind.
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By: Karijinbba
Mr and Mrs Andrews the oainting.
Rddbba All Rights Reserved.

Falling asleep in your heart
is like déjà vu.
a place I’ve never been,
but it feels familiar at the same time.
I don’t mean to creep you out,
but I know every nook and cranny.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep,
but of all the places I could have,
I’m glad that I did here.

Your heartbeat,
the pulse that cracks
and settles like a house,
although not mine,
it feels like home,
like somewhere I belong.

I normally don’t fall asleep
in places I haven’t been.
It takes a while to get accustomed,
especially if it’s my first time there.
Although it’s déjà vu,
and it could be one of those things,
I’m already looking forward
to the next time
falling asleep somewhere in you,
somewhere warm,
somewhere I belong

the smell of cigarettes
when our lips collided,
the taste of alcohol
when our tongues glided;
i almost thought of you

his gentle demeanor
when we're out wandering,
aggressive in manner
when he's pinning me down;
i almost thought of you

his rough yet tender hands
leaving no skin untouched,
his mellow yet raspy voice
tempting me too much;
i almost said your name

his tan skin, glowing
brown orbs, lust-hooded
corners filled with moaning
upon reaching paradise,
i almost said your name

i tasted you on his lips,
smelled your perfume on his,
felt you in his embrace,
saw your eyes in his; and
i almost thought he's you
he gives me déjà vu.

A memory
A fleeting color or feeling

Not so much a place
Not so much a word

It's something greater
Deeper in meaning

Yet less refined

Something that was and yet
Never existed

A memory created in a time destroyed

Gone in the moment you notice it

Simply morning mist on the river banks of your mind.