To the one that killed my butterflies

In shadows of our love’s sweet reverie,

I built a castle by the endless sea,

Each grain of sand, a whispered promise kept,

As butterflies within my heart, they leapt.

But words and actions, like a tempest’s might,

Crumbled the castle in the cold, dark night,

The butterflies within, their wings did fray,

As love’s illusions slowly slipped away.

In your embrace, I found my fleeting grace,

But now, my heart’s a wounded, empty space,

The tears I shed, like rain upon the shore,

Have killed the butterflies I loved, once more.

Oh, how the echoes of our love do haunt,

The castle’s ruins by the sea still taunt,

For in your absence, I must now confess,

You killed my butterflies with your coldness.

Yet in this pain, I find a strength to grow,

To build a castle, love anew, and know,

That butterflies may die, but love remains,

And from its ashes, I’ll erase the stains.