Tuesday, June 18, 2013

They like to call them butterflies

I remember, the day I met you
Your innocence embraced such a pure soul
And I remember defining love like it was used before
But that love never came until I seen what u had in store
And their I am
Ambitious to dream and achieve this true love I believed..really did so many butterflies that could lift me up 
It was that big..I'm tired of it
What about me? What about those dreams..
Because we discussed a feeling..
Something they like to call butterflies.
But what happened to reality
I was deceived..
I was perceived 
Weak..and redeemed
It was just a dream
I almost preached 
Because I wanted it so bad
I could nearly see
A future
Between u and me 
A blind man could never see
But develops a sense of feel like no other will see
That's like blinded love
My instincts could nearly speak
And I could distinct a human being
Of gods creations
Is this natural...
Apart of human relations? 
Because I meant to initiate a comment and say I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you..
If only you could..
Take care of these boundaries
My insecurities that drowned me 
In lust that pronounced me
As somebody I'm not..

Written By Esra Chebli