Blue Butterfly

In a dark night, when the light is turn off, he's the skylight who kindle my world.

He fly in my mind like a blue butterfly, he cross out my bad thinks, he save my world when i'm in trouble, but... He brook my heart with his sad smile, with his false laugh.

Sometimes, when i miss his old actitude, his old kisses, i search my dictuonary to look for sad mean, but i know i need no significate, because sad mean what im feeling.

His happiness is scarse and i feel so bad. My sky, my dream, my blue butterfly are crying and is my fault.

Im tired about his absence, and now in us cradle love something is wrong, and i’m looking it: he’s a monster with gentleman clouth and everything about blue butterfly was lie, but fot my lucky, i never leave my heart in his false hands, between his dirty fingers.

But, something good happen with that: i learned so much about the man’s, about the life, about the blue butterfly.

About myself i learned just one thing: never love with the heart, with the soul, love with the mind, because the heart excuse, but don’t forget.

And latter, finally, the blue butterfly can fly away.

TheEnd...

 Autora: Mariposa Azul

14/Febrero/2012