You’re my butterfly . . .
I had the audacity to tell you what you mean to me.my mind runs wild with images of you see your beauty was intoxicating.
you teased me called me babie just a pretty little thing, bragged about how you were the best.
I was willing to change my ways and break free.
you unscrewed me.
replaced my heart.
reassembled my pieces.
you left me un spoken.
you became my one and only butterfly.

Mercedes R.