He smiled and frowned at once,
A half hearted grin for what he had gained,
And a frown for what he had lost in the process.
He had gained an un-faithful companion...
He had lost all of his child-like innocence...
He had lost his first kiss...
He had gained a reputation for complaint,...
He had lost his butterfly...his lily,...his flower...
He had gained wisdom of companionship,...of love,...of hatred
He had lost his burning flare for life,...
I lost you, because of my stupidity, my immaturity ,...and my vulnerability,...the in-ability to say "no"...
If I were to die,..
Of poisoned lips,...
And there were no second choices or chances,...
Would you kiss me?
I love you,...
James,...
Please, if you are listening,..I am sorry,..
Give me a sign, my butterfly,..my flower,..my lily,...