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Butterfly Stones
My stomach used to ache,
From the butterflies that swarmed,
Just for you, my heart would quake,
With emotions that warmed.
But now those butterflies have turned to stone,
And left me feeling heavier than before,
The weight of their absence not easily borne,
As I try to move on from what was once more.
The memories of love and passion,
Linger on like a bittersweet ghost,
A haunting stillness, a quiet sensation,
Of all that was gained and lost.
My stomach no longer flutters,
But the ache remains within,
A reminder of what once mattered,
And how love's journey can begin.
So I'll cherish those moments of joy,
And let the butterflies rest in stone,
Knowing that even when things destroy,
New life can still be grown.
© Keegan.Mosby1
From the butterflies that swarmed,
Just for you, my heart would quake,
With emotions that warmed.
But now those butterflies have turned to stone,
And left me feeling heavier than before,
The weight of their absence not easily borne,
As I try to move on from what was once more.
The memories of love and passion,
Linger on like a bittersweet ghost,
A haunting stillness, a quiet sensation,
Of all that was gained and lost.
My stomach no longer flutters,
But the ache remains within,
A reminder of what once mattered,
And how love's journey can begin.
So I'll cherish those moments of joy,
And let the butterflies rest in stone,
Knowing that even when things destroy,
New life can still be grown.
© Keegan.Mosby1
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