There were three different times of my life.
There was the night I found out.
There was the day that was hard.
There was the time when i was found.
But all I knew there were white butterflies.
After her death i realized something.
The day I found out she died i didn't show emotions. I saved the tears for the time I went to take a shower. Noone would hear me.
The day we buried her was sunny and bright. Just as bright as her smile.
That was the day I realized I will never see her smile again. I will never hear her voice again. I will never hear new stories about her life. I will never have deep converstations with her. I will never go to get her chocolate. I will never see her again.
And then I saw something strange. It was the middle of october so I didn't belive my eyes first. It was a white butterfly.
On my birthday I saw a white butterfly.
On 8th august I saw white butterfly.
On the day of my exam I saw a white butterfly.
Today I saw a white butterfly.
And everytime I see them I see her.
Realizing this helped me realize who I am.
YOU ARE READING
𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔
Poetryif you feel alone, lonely, tired, scared or just sad, take a look➹ i write short scenarios, poems and just thoughts. feel free to share your feelings with me ☆❀ all the love *＊✿❀ arlys ❀✿＊*
