Butterfly

I draw a butterfly,

and you never let it fade.

It means so much to me,

cause it has your name on it.

But why does it seem like,

I am lost,in the world of thousands,

even though your standing right next to me,

cause you know what I feel,

what I feel is mystery,

even I don't know who I am anymore.

In which world am I living?

A place where I am haunted,

or a place where beautiful butterflies live.

Thousands of them all around me,

like your bestfriend that help you through,

you cannot be lost.

They are the only one,

that keep you from breaking.

So let me own one for you,

with your name written on it.

So the caterpillers break free,

and opens its colourful wings,

To fly across the world,

and find every joy,

that keeps making me,

write your name,

again and again,

on the beautiful butterfly.