I had you
In times
I never look for anyone.
Butterflies wander inside me.
I thought it was love

Yet here I am
Making another poetry
About
Another mistake.

I spent
A long time
Waiting
For words
You'd never say.

You left.
And my soul withered like a flower.
Waiting for death
to come.
Truly, I know
it
would be sorry
For coming late.

What poetry
The destiny has
For having us met
Just to break apart.

And if all words
aren't enough to describe
how much I love you.
I'd use my blood as an ink to this pen.
For you to know,
that even if I have nothing to write.
The poetry written
within me,
is you.

How can I tell
all the butterflies
that get inside me,
not to,
when every time
I hear your name,
they dance in swarm.

The Moon shines bright.
In this cold night,
I feel not alone,
A reason to go on.
It's always been there,
for me when sadness,
go, inside, in here.
my brain, became madness.

I don't feel lost,
Because there's the moon
that guides me most
in times of my darkness.