Poetrey and music

The artist in you

Sitting still and waiting sometimes
And sometimes it happens that you show up
Many have asked on last time
I have forgotten the name since before
It goes for days, and years
But some memories die never out of
So stop asking about this again
I’m running on but memories consists
Love for some is where the eternal
She wakes up a butterfly’s wings
And the fan of the wind makes me a little calmer