once there was a butterfly in my palm
but i let it fly
not because i don't love it
but i want it to enjoy with the flowers and the bees,.,
keeping it in my palm won't make it the best butterfly it can be,.,
so far from a distance, im happier watching it
fly and play
in the garden while the sun is still shining,.,
because when the rain comes,.,
i'll know...
if it truly loves me...
it will fly back to me
~let me fly, let me soar, let me go... i want freedom, and i want it now... i feel your arms tight around me and to tell you honestly, i can't breathe properly... don't be afraid to loosen your grip, don't worry... i love you and i'll come back... as i am, whole and so much better...~
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