Mariposas
I miss the butterflies
Not the ones I see fluttering about
I see them all the time
Whenever I go out
I miss the butterflies
The ones I felt fluttering inside of me
Every time I saw your face, your smile
Those butterflies that no one can see
But those butterflies got away from me
When they realized they were all alone
They knew nothing would come out of
The lack of interest you have shown
Still they look for you wherever we go
Hoping, waiting that someday
They won’t be alone and that
“I felt them too” is what you’ll say
-Me
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