and maybe it wasn’t butterflies

it was life breathing into you

and you felt everything again

From anger to love

And every life has its due time

But I want this life to always be mine.

Within the cage of her heart, leaves started to grow and roses began to bloom

It also wilted to a rhythm

of what the heart had to presume

at some days she plucked to uncertain

just to feel wholesome

but he still watered them with his affection

growing more leaves and roses in her poems.

He loves me.

all those words she wrote

she wrote them for him

like it was just a book about him

but she knows he’ll never read them

or maybe he’ll just never buy them

so she wrote poems for sale

Tell me how to breathe, without the hurt

Even when the silence exerts

Then tell me how we love and no force on Earth could doubt

For tell me how to be in this world, even when it gets dark, we’ll find a way out.

All I feel is your love

All I taste is your touch

For all I breathe is your life

And maybe then they’ll understand

That I’m yours till the end.

I know I’ve dived in too deep

When the corals could be felt on my feet

But the beauty of it overwhelms the poison bits

For I dived deeper, even if it takes up the air I need.

As love overwhelms the deed.

I sat there wondering

How our love would weigh

When it turns blue

And I sat there wondering

How my heart would be if you ever broke me into two

But wondering makes a twist to the moments of love I could miss

And maybe I’ll never have to wonder if you’ll love me still when it all breaks loose.

For I hold to your promise that it will always be me for you.

To love, is to lose.

To love, is to choose.

To love, is to the ocean blue.

However to love, sometimes maybe to never have a clue. 

For to love, is just to do.