They told us "Nah, that ain't gonna fly,"

Like we were some weird, mismatched tie.

"Too different," they'd say, with a shake of their head,

"You're both just asking for trouble," they said.

But, like, whatever, we didn't care,

We had our own thing, a love we could share.

Through late-night talks and messy, dumb fights,

We held on tight, through days and through nights.

Yeah, people talked, they t...

Your words cut deep, I won't deny,

But silence hurts me, more than why.

At least your words, a painful sound,

Showed I was there, on solid ground.

Now, nothing speaks, no voice, no call,

Just empty air, where shadows crawl.

Your words, a wound, that time might mend,

But silence breaks, and has no end.

I'd take your rage, your angry plea,

Than this cold space, where you're not free.

Your words, a...

Words like stones, they broke us down,

Left empty spaces in this town.

Where love once bloomed, now shadows creep,

The scars we hold, too deep to sleep.

We tried to build a world so bright,

But darkness stole away the light.

The hurt remains, a constant sting,

A broken song, we cannot sing.

A name, "Cody," a whispered, sad sound,

"Sorry," I say, on broken ground.

They say I'm wrong, too flawed t...

Five ways love speaks, a gentle art,

to touch a soul, and play a heart.

Words like sunshine warm and bright,

“I love you” whispered day and night.

Helping hands a gentle deed,

Love in action, plant a seed.

Small gifts given, meant to say,

“I thought of you” along the way.

Time together just is two,

Sharing moments fresh and new.

A tender touch, a small embrace.

Loves warm feeling, time ...

A puzzle, me, in scattered light,

A fractured dream, that takes to flight.

Some edges shine, some softly fade,

A picture veiled, a soul remade.

I seek the fit, I yearn to see,

The perfect shape, that's meant for me.

A space awaits, a line to find,

A spirit's quest, with hope aligned.

Not whole, but close, a changing grace,

A puzzle's bloom, in time and space...

Butterfly wings, a painted art,

Like human hearts, set far apart.

Some wings bright gold, a love so true,

Some eyes that flash, a changing view.

Stripes that clash, like words unkind,

Blues that fade, leaving trust behind.

Tattered wings, where love has flown,

Yet wings still rise, though seeds are sown.

Each pattern tells, a story deep,

Of how we love, and how we keep.

Wings of a butterfly, co...