The Lily of my butterfly where my life felt like more than a story where each year of HighSchool felt like a dream inside of a life experience where looking back into my days I realized my life and the friends I had made there were times were memories began to fade but slowly came back together piece by piece and while looking through the sides of my mind I only saw deep inside through my eyes and when the clouds never started to look grey anymore but the reality only held so much inside of my secret but inside you were my only wish and when I made the real you of me my forever story where you always never made me hidden or sometimes forgotten but you and me never seemed to like change better than staying the same and after the dark our nights never seem to fall apart but even though there may seem like obstacles keeping our connection on standby there has never been a moment where I felt seeing you more than it just being a dream and I would see people who resembled you but I never could forget the clear picture of remembering you and where the wings often carried me in the silence where the night only showed me how I could fall for someone who was inside of my dreams and in your dreams is where I miss the reality the most but I know that the butterfly of you captures me more than the moment. In the butterflies I did often miss more than just the wings that could make me fly and the wings of the ones that could make me feel what I wanted to feel and through the thoughts that held me closer to you made it almost impossible not to think of you. ~ From my Lily, to my butterfly
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