I started hating fantasies
Ever since I noticed you didn't love me
I mean I love you and I sill do
Just wanted passion from you
My biggest wish wasn't fulfilled dancing under the rain and crying in dew
Looking at you like you were brand new
Screaming your name.... Well you never knew!!!
I always wanted to be called MARIPOSA
Cause i wanted to fly into your heart and give you butterflies
But this isn't so crucial
It's just love, me and my fantasy
Oh, my dearest MARIPOSA
I always knew it was a wind in the air
but i was willing to chase it
You didn't really wonder how i fair
But i was willing to fake it
Now look at you......
Look at you Oh dear MARIPOSA
wings broken by the wind
Heart searching for a song to sing
Fair well Oh my dearest MARIPOSA
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Author:
DEBIH MARTIN (
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- Comment from author about the poem: LOVE WAS FAKE, BUT I WAS WILLING TO LOVE AGAIN AND BREAK......THAT WON\\\'T STOP ME I STILL HAVE TO LOVE AGAIN MAYBE SOMEDAY I\\\'LL FLY
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Butterflies although beautiful are most fragile. Love to watch them fly outside through the woods and garden over the pasture and flowers but I fear to touch them in that touch they may never fly again. A wonderful poem of passion and attempting to regain it. Loved its deeper meaning A fave
OMG...THIS IS EVEN BETTER THAN THE POEM...THANKS A WHOLE LOT.. IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME
A beautiful write over wanting of love only to be rejected but determined they will love again, nicely expressed and written
OH...GLAD YOU UNDERSTOOD THAT THANKS A WHOLE LOT
You are very welcome
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