Everything is so far, I want all over again,
Cannot forget that young kiss,
God cursed your lips.
Your eyes, I know, will always remember,
Small terrace, you and I holding hands.
That night I was thinking about you and me in nature looking at the sky,
But you had to leave, I saw your eyes in the dark.
Still too young to understand what the passion means,
But I believe more than ready to feel.
Butterfly, small butterfly, running away in the night,
But wait, dawn will appear anyway,
Where is the rush, everything is so far.
Original Poetry by @doncapo
