Butterfly Cocoons I spin from silk
I love to spend days in my mind with
you
Crafting the feel of your fingertips
against my skin
And the smile that pulls sorrow from mine
Unravel me like an infinite thread and
combine the comfort of our joined tomorrows
I close my eyes and you are more real
than ever before
My lids become heavy with the weight
of something I can’t hold
See I am an artist,
and to my own detriment, create and
destroy
Spinning butterfly cocoons from silk,
I let my pen and the vastness of my
mind
Mold you into place,
and blossom from the conviction
of my heart
I wish I could breathe magic into you,
and make you appear from this place
that is so unreachable
and out of touch
With the tip of my fingers to my pen,
I wish you could simply
appear
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I am a hopeless romantic and a dreamer. What a combination ! We all have dreams, and often I’ve noticed we sometimes find it hard to admit that we want to find a lover. Not just any lover, but one who is permanent and a tender hug to our soul , a testament to who we are, the life we live and the way we want to be loved.
It’s easy to get caught up in this dream to the point of romanticizing and daydreaming, I often found myself going to this land. A land where all my dreams came true and this was one of them. I wanted to share this poem for those of you who are still dreaming and often get whisked away in the fear that it will never come. I hope you find what you are looking for, while living and loving fully regardless. I hope this comforts some part of your soul, and some part of your mind , knowing that we can all be a little lonely, sometimes.
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