The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly

I tinted his heart with shades of regret,
Lost in the echoes of words unsaid.
It is more straightforward to break than to mend,
Love, denied, refused to bend.
Years pass, and the weight still clings,
In the silence, my heartstrings sing.
Seeking peace in the fragments of the past,
Hoping for an opportunity,

Ms. Butterfly Genesis