In between the butterflies

by naaz

Tonight, I am going to filter out all those
thoughts which are whispering into my ear.
Nothing sounds better than the end of
your memories, and to welcome new year.

My heart deserves more than the
garden of depression; this time it can't be wrong.
Now I won't let a moth eat up my soul;
in between the butterflies, I truly belong.

I know that truth is always bittersweet,
and it's not easy to become someone new.
Even so, I made a promise to that boy,
I wouldn't let him fall, whom I once knew.

I will wait once again for that perfect lover
beneath the starry skies.
A place where an ocean meets the moon,
and the love only bloom never dies.