Breaking Up

Butterfly is my name for you, 

It's something i have always done.

It's funny it's silly i know all of this, 

But i also think it is fun.

I cant forget the times we had,

The memories that we shared.
I cant forget how my heart still feels,
Or how much that i still care.


A famous poet wrote famous words, 
Words that dont even rhyme.
The poem is spoken of people in love,
And will be until the end of time.


I'd like to think my poems were famous,
But for no one else but you.
I'd like to think you'd read my poems,
But i really doubt that you do.

I still think you are a butterfly,
Beautiful and sometimes rare.
I think it still when i am here,
Alone and in my chair.


My mind races with thoughts of you,
I try to stop it where i can.
But all my thoughts keep coming back,
When we walked hand in hand.


Stars are something that we watched,
and wished upon at night.
I still remember you face in the dark,
When the falling star was bright.


You have to hold a butterfly just right,
Or else you will damage it forever.
Too loose and it will escape,
To tight and you send it to heaven.


I fell deeply in love with you,
And today i feel no regret.
Because sometimes in this simple life,
That is more than others will get.


Butterfly i will call you,
And i will do so until i die.
And no matter what you think of me,
You're always my flutterby.