Butterflies And Imaginary Friends (With Audio) Poem by Tamara Turner

I am a butterfly
A glimmer of something that you can't quite catch with with the naked eye
The small springs that flows above the under current
That small voice that nudges you to move forward
I'm that aching sorrow that never seems to go away
I'm that person that still wants you in my life
That's begging you to stay
You may not see it but it is there
In order to see it you just first believe in it
Because like a imaginary friend I'm always there.
Until you get old grow up and no longer need me
But I still will always care