blue prince cupid of love asked:


can you make a sad poem for me? about a prince who lost his rare butterfly princess that flew away in a thousand different butterfly directions can we find the rare butterflies again and put her together again so I can dance with her >>>>——->?<3

Tammy

goober631 asked:


Please tell me the truth, i just wanna know if I’m completely desperate… No hard feelings.

I lay here. Unable to sleep. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking of you. I stare at the ceiling. Longing for someone. Longing for anyone. Longing for you. I pour my heart out to you. My feelings, my love. How I find myself smiling when I think of you. Why I get this strange feeling inside when your eyes catch mine. Now, Laying here. I hope you feel the same way I do. Then I wonder. How many people are there out there, pouring their heart out to me? And I hope, that one of them is you. When I look into your eyes, I think of us. Together. I think of you holding me in your arms. Protecting me from all of the hurt in the world. But I know that will never happen. Because we can never be. When I think of all that we could be, I know that we can’t. We can’t be anything. Nothing more than friends. As I drift asleep, I dream. Dream, of you. Dream of a world where we can be together. You and me. Me and you. We live. We laugh. We love. Together. I see your smile and get those ever famous butterflies inside. As your lips touch mine, a shiver runs down my spine. And all the butterflies become fireworks hat explode brightly into the starry, night sky of my heart. I wrap my arms around you and I know you are mine. My head at your chest, listening to your heart. Beating. Beating for me. As soon as I feel as if I’m in a state of pure happiness, I awake, to find reality waiting for me once more. And I realize out of all the chances and all the love in the world, us together. Impossible. But I’m fighting for that one small chance. The odds are slim, I know. But in my heart I believe that we can be: Together.

Tony