zaterdag 13 augustus 2011

My everlasting flower.

I remember you calling me a butterfly.
I liked that nickname.
The meaning behind it was that I got happy when the sun shined.
Now I guess I have discovered another meaning.
Butterflies don't have one flower they stick with and eat the nectar from.
They fly from flower to flower...
And actually I can't stick with one flower either...
It's not that I want to hurt anyone,
It's just that I don't think I have found my everlasting flower yet.
The flower that I stick with until the day I die.

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