Broken wing

I hold a butterfly in my hands, she's alive and I can listen her heart beating, I can feel every breath she takes, and the subtle warmth of her wings. I'm waiting for her to leave, but she has a broken wing, deep in the inside, I can't let her go, for I'll be missing [...]

I wrote you a poem

I wrote you a poem, with butterflies inside, it was in the library, along with my life.   I wrote you a poem, with a phantasmagoric touch, and I don't even remember it now, but sure I know, I can't write a similar one.   I wrote you a poem, even though you're unreal, even [...]