Butterflies afraid to fly...
LOL... A poem version of an old post!
Butterflies afraid to fly...
Right now,
I'm looking at photos from my childhood...
...I see a handsome 10 year old,
in his Batman Top, and Cape.
In the photo, he stands TALL, and proud.
I SWEAR, I see a spark in his eyes.
His smile is unconditional.
Such an innocent kid.
He is a butterfly, afraid to fly...
...this butterfly is now 22.
He doesn't ask for much.
He never did.
He absorbs from his surroundings
- an intrinsic personality.
Locked emotions and feelings,
that nobody can see.
Limited facial expressions.
Why does time go by so fast?
22 years - JUST LIKE THAT!
Right now,
I am in a strange mood.
I want to take her to the movies.
I want to cook her dinner.
I want us to hold each other.
I want to claim a spot on her body,
and make it mine
(the bridge on her back
between the shoulder blades
and below the neck).
I want to kiss her there.
I want her to blow in my ear.
I want to have wild crazy sex.
I want it often.
I want to get into fights with her
- over petty things.
I want her to wear my shirts.
I want to use her shampoo,
and smell like her.
I want to smack her ass.
I want to kiss her.
I want to meet her family.
I want her to meet mine.
I want to have children with her.
I want to marry her.
I want to grow old with her.
I want to share memories with her.
I want to vacation with her.
I want to love her.
The butterfly is getting ready to take off...
...he is just waiting for 'her' to come into his life,
so they can fly together.
