English, Poetry

Before sunrise.


Butterflies spread their wings
as we unfold our stories.
Glance after glance,
another round of honesty is here.
Expectations long forgotten,
we patiently await a closure.

Love has us,
captured in a cage.
Birds or not,
we’re animalistic creatures.

Should I say it first, or maybe
you should have the honors?
Take me home before sunrise
enlightens the leftovers of
our innocence…


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