​We handpicked our caterpillars, 

And walked them to our hearts,

Carefully, gently, 

We nursed into butterflies 

The beautiful cocoon of You

And me. And love in between.

But time would tell

And life would lie

About our pinnochio tomorrow 

That grew ever farther from us

And our weary wings, wobbling woefully,

Away from the joy of us –

So with sun’s tear on my cheeks,

And wind’s breath in my hair

I hold today and nevermore

The sour story of us,

Locked in our little butterfly cage. 
#Poetry #poem #writer 

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