A message I send to the person I once loved,
There were no butterflies in my womb.
A flesh he said was living in it,
Even its heartbeat felt my part.
Crying at the love I sensed looking in his eyes,
Little did I knew love exists only in pictures.
Why did he make me sleep in those ashes?
Was I not enough?
One day the flesh will unravel its face,
I won’t catch sight of you from then,
I’ll see your mythical love in its eyes,
Then one you never felt but conveyed.
I’ll love him for real, I assure,
There is no need to worry,
I can’t express affection for somebody essence.