Butterfly

What is man supposed to do? when confronted with forbidden fruit, utterly sensual exotic juice that has my best friend calling wonderful. Now, I’m not the one to jeopardize friendships withstood the time of sacred youth, but, I can’t help but think of a better life with her by my side, to tell the honest truth. All day long I stay craving for her to look at me and see my heart, feeling as though I am homesick; I stay motionless over the girl I’m supposed to be looking after. So difficult is the task of keeping my emotions still; beneath my skin, that I often wish of another existence where the girl of my dreams wasn’t to be ‘another man’s happy ending’. It’s quite a tearful tragedy to seemly exchange conversations; laced with hidden aims, as if ever he were to discover my secret intentions things would never be the same, in the times of suicide games. In my sincerity, I pledge to do what is right by my truest buddy, but situations take a turn for the worst whenever opportunities arise, to see a face so truly lovely. I try and try, but she is all I think about when alone; imagining that special kind, that special someone to have butterflies soaring by flickering and fluttering high, all through your mind. Yet, never once have to stopped to invoke a devious scheme to steal her away from him, as its already hard enough to look him in the eyes without having a guilty conscience being brought to the brim. In this current state of where she is never could I reveal my true love for her, so forever in my dreams, may she set flight to always fly beautifully. For more poetry goodness visit www.checkmyflow.co.uk