"A Million Butterflies"
A million butterflies flutter throughout my system as if his entry into my heart had unleashed those with pretty ombre wings previously locked in the conservatory. Now, my heart pumps not just blood but those tiny spirits, making all of me feel the magic. My eyes shine brighter with just the sight of his pictures; it’s a glow of love. My lips curve up like never before, a smile that only his presence can bring, and I don’t even revolt.
Being a prisoner bound to his love is the freest I’ve ever felt.
My heart feels alive and red, my blood more red; he perceives me as if I were him in another font (for who can perceive one better than oneself?). And those million butterflies blend their purity, the magic of love, into the blood my heart pumps
-blood more red, love more bred.-
They say home is where the heart is,
but where blood is on the floor
and souls knock on the last door,
the country we once loved
now lacks the atria and ventricles to beat,
useless is its damned grandeur
if justice still needs our voices
despite all that the corpses scream.-
Seems a lovely stalactite,
careless about the flames of amber.
Ye have not lived but exist,
some resistless hour shall wake love.
Passionate longing,
things burn your brows with sufferings,
battled with great grief,
wounded children lived.
-Gungun Sadana— % &
— % &-
Love is a permanent resident of your heart.
Hence, when a bond ends,
it's not the end of love.
All other emotions are the extensions of it-
You experience anger, happiness, sadness altogether in love, don't you?-
~ Fool For You ~
-from the pov of a wife who lost her husband, the love of her life and an accomplished doctor, in an accident
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Manipulated by their incapability
to see your internal light,
you start to believe it's extinguished
and it'll always be pitch-black night.
But how can a shine like daylight simply cease?
You ain't no blinking bulb,
why let the spark be an abandoned hulk?
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