My Butterfly....

i know, that you always asked about me... and know that, to my talks you missed... do you know..? ? ? that you owned me..? ? and waiting you with a thirst... and miss your missing to me... and my ear loving your whispers.. read me, ... and write me, ... as i am a white butterfly in your hands... and draw me, .. and give me a nicest colors.. which you have... and in your heart hug me... love you more, .. when you remembered me.. love you, even when you forgot me, ... i forgot my soul, between your hands.. and come down to you, .. to let me fly again from your hands...