In a poetry festival. Yes! That's where it started
Through those doors, dancing joyful with a beat, my heart got tarted
A dear, close Friend of mine, he had awe eyes for someone too
'Come out of your cocoon' I said. That he did and so he flew
A plucky butterfly, meets another, an elegant red
Together high in autumn's fall, here alone above I shed
My curious, my eager heart sat next to her on the right
Licking her caramel ice cream, not daring to leave nor move in sight
"Come out of your cocoon" a sudden but familiar voice sings
"Show her your honest colours and your elegant wings"
A dear, close friend of mine says and flies off once again
With someone, leaving me above, what will I lose or personally gain
A lover perhaps, in least a new Friend, no matter I'll try
As I hatch, gracefully and approach, still nervous and shy
I said hi and told her my name and she did the exact same
An effortless aim to the heart embracing a warm gentle flame
Every heartfelt second, every heartfelt moment, time felt really slow
Flabbergasted this started with a simple greeting 'hello'
Had so much in common, I ponder if I made a new friend
Who loves writing, like poetry, marvelous, but with an end
Of a bell ringing me out the library, I hear another one, I forgot
My heart felt regret, tying a rope its leg as a knot
Blaming and shaming me for not asking her for ten digits
So I seeked help from another butterfly within minutes
As I left my needy heart, thirsty, craving for more and more
Why, how come, it has never disobeyed me like this before
I apologise but I have to leave you here with utter defeat
A yellow butterfly comes with a blue message not so sweet
He quoted "sorry but I'm not interested in love' "
"But it was nice meeting you" he flew with someone leaving me above
Still here alone, looks like I was mistook for a two sided moth
Met but lost a chance to win a new mate, a Friend, I'm such a sloth
Standing on my dry cocoon reflecting, arranging my lonely thoughts
Longed to see the "colourful" world as soon as I hatched but now it's naughts
Longed to feel vivid emotions as soon as I hatched not white and black
As grey emotions corrupt the soul, my heart, a light warms my back
Two silhouettes, my Friends, who are dear and close to me, had a plan
Along with elegant Red's help as she knows where to find my lover from this span
The sun rises, I ponder how long will I lie, staying confused, will I cope
Or will it be clearer and brighter like this sort of bacon of hope
I think I fell in love with this new feeling I never felt as I'll always remember
And never forget this on twenty, twenty three, fifth of September


© Humzee sparrow