Dusty butterflies English poetry.

 Dusty butterflies.

You promised not to walk away,

so I built a home for you

inside my heart.

Your voice,

your promises, and

your laugh

filled it with life

and love.

And now all I hear when I enter is

che echo of

your anger and

your deatening silence

that I never deserved.

So I fall to my knees and

I crumble in the corner where

I once dreamt youd hold me.

And I choke on the dust of the

butterflies

that fell from my stomach for you

and the tears that

hailed

from my cyes for you.

Dusty butterflies.