My heart has been bled dry,
and when night comes I want to cry.
I can only pretend to be strong for so long,
before I realize all that I’ve done wrong.
Though my heart has no more blood,
it seems butterflies have taken over with a flood.
My blood can no longer make my love travel,
but those butterflies are finding all the loose ends they need to ravel.
But the shedding of my tears,
seems to have washed away my fears.
I’m not saying I’m fearless,
only that I can feel happiness’s nearness.
Yes my heart was bled dry,
but now butterflies cloud it’s skies.
True I have shed my fair share of tears,
and I still have some of my fears.
Never the less, now that I’ve had the final shove,
I do believe that I can love.
“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is.. more..